Answer:
You used to come to me for all sorts of information and knowledge before the internet was born
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
In prison I'll be found. But I would never go to court Unless there's more than one
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?
What am I?
Animal
Difficult
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic