Communal daily fuck

Here's a thought: Humans, as i see them.. Which isn't significant in the least. We sit in our cubicles smoking a pack a marlboros and eating our communal wonderbread sandwich. Oh god, does that taste good, mmm, so good Oh! Oh! Oh!-Communal daily f.uck. If you're not fu.cking, you're leading up to it. And if your not leading up to it then, well, you're fu.cking.right? Probably not.

We pretend to know. We whip out those not-so-dusty plastic angel wings from last year's Halloween costume and fly up above our cubicles. Above all the lovely, lovely cubicles. Filled with fucks fuc.king other fuc.ks. And you look down and you try to see what it is and who it is these fuckers are really doing. And why? And how? And what do you see? Why, exactly what you want too?!

You see a verse from your latest constricted bible entry, acted out in plain view. It's proof!

Too bad your vocabulary consists of the twenty, maybe thirty shallow words that your kindergarten teacher wrote up on the board. Too bad your fifteen eventless years old and have only seen the world within a ten mile radius of where you were born. But oh well. has that ever stopped anyone? I mean with those plastic wings and that full stomach, Nobody will ever prove your sorry a.ss wrong. And you can go on forever and ever having that oh so false security that you understand anything at all!
Look at you. Bending Reality like mom's best spoons!