"We're all going to die, all of us [...]! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing."
― Charles Bukowski
Spinning on its axis at 50 times normal speed, the Earth hurtles through space 1,000 miles faster than it has in billions of years.
This alone should exterminate life on the planet, but it doesn't.
Abruptly, the tiny celestial globe stops moving, in an act so violent, nothing can survive it. Somehow, though, we all remain intact, and breathing.
In a matter of seconds, the third rock from the Sun becomes a white hot sphere.
Sexy graphics slide into frame, announcing something far more important than Spaceship Earth, out of control, and on the verge of destruction.
"Up next, the president delivers a State of the Union address concerning more meaningless shit designed to divert you from realizing you're a slave..." In voice-over, an interchangeable "journalist" serves up an interchangeable broadcast about nothing.
Transfixed by the Big Screen, a sweaty HVAC repairman pops his limp cock from some nanny's moist mouth. "That's right," the paramour proclaims. "This is that speech about the war on terror."
"You can't have a war on terror. [...]
What does war create?
Terror!"
― Steve Hughes
"We'll be back with that live feed from Washington, right after these messages from people who hate you, and want your money," the corporate clown on TV asserts.
"Jesus, he's doin' this one live!" squeals the air conditioner mechanic, hopping off the bed.
Except for the fuck junky, and the female caregiver he's servicing, everyone at the gangbang turns toward the television.
Amid the ramshackle room at Texas Station, tfj watches the other males lose interest in the bare beauty atop the mattress. Hypnotized, all three stand, shuffling toward the brainwashing box.
Stifling spew, our hero trips, stepping in gum the size of a Chihuahua testicle. "What the fuck―?!" Backpedaling, his stiffened staff releases from the Midwest maiden.
In response, the woman splatters squirt over the mismatched carpet. "Is that coming outta me?!?" the au pair yips.
On TV, a fake waiter, in a fake restaurant, fantasizes about asking fake customers if he can dredge his dirty-ass balls through their soup. Instead, he sells his soul, merely uttering: "May I get you folks some more thirst-quenching Pepsi?"
Desperate thespians ― playing ignorant diners ― joyously respond with puke-rendering bile, which causes those engaged in the illusion to fake uncontrollable laughter.
"[I]f you live in a world full of politicians and advertising, there's obviously a lot of deception."
― Kenneth Koch
" 'A lot'?!?" tfj ruminates, the quote scrolling across the news ticker in his mind. "That's all there fuckin' is!"
Captivated by the flat screen, the AC technician and his cohorts amble toward the monitor, soft cocks beginning to twitch with life for the first time this evening.