T.V.O.D. And media overdose, media intercourse. Fuck my brain, let the signal control my thoughts and ideas. A TV dinner is what really sounds appealing. Hey, I'll lick the screen, there's a burger on it I really want to eat.
And now for Internet OD, oh no. Sex OD -- real sex -- now we're getting at something. More tangible anyway.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
No Point In This Signal
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