Television.
Glowing in the corner.
White light filling the room. Pulsating.
THE MAN WITH THE WHITEST TEETH IN THE UNIVERSE.
Noise.
Radiation seeping though the dark moulded plastic,
bouncing off the walls and into my head.
High pitched squealing surrounds us,
but we sit contented.
And we all have one.
THE GIRL WITH THE CLEAREST SKIN IN THE WORLD.
So I smash mine.
I leave it sitting in the corner of the room;
glowing. |
