Bring me buttons.
Buttons to PRESS!
They took away all the keys!
Click is a total LIE if nothing even springs to touch.
Oh tactile bumpy imput!
Phantom of the Opera, wavy music rolling in like tides the rhythms, arms branch fingers out the many strings of Mind.
The writing process should share in the revolution of device independency. Composition in fluidity got relaced by standard all-cap rigidity.
So now we're just chickens pecking dirty barnyard seed. Machine gun percussive and henpecked angry at the glass box in hand one thing pretending to be a whole systen with a board of controls to post our thoughts socially.
A charade fun house mirror distorts inspiration with correction every time.
This awful flattened plain imposter alphabet box choice menu thing just will no longer do.
Buttons. Bring them back.