tumbled out of her mouth . . . age of addiction
he sat boltupright
growled
Fuuck Right on
if she wasnt on television
hed have kissed her
the conversation was in regards to
smartphonesto the horseshit he learned about years ago when he worked for a
telecommunications company and realised where the industry wanted to go
he had been a paperback science fiction
freak his parents wouldnt allow that
into their house not his and theirs theirs HEY!
I’m reading. Isn’t that what’s important? the
scifi he read titillated him the
industrys spewing at first titillated himTHEN realised their designs werent fiction
and
government wasnt interested in heeling them
his brain asking Can you say . . unregulated?
Fuck you brain.
Greedy human beings. You’ll be
the death of you yet.
he hadnt a legitimate argument to defray
his accusation
. . . age of addiction
adults cant put their devises down
why would their children who took what
their parents gave them
ostensibly
reasoning
It’s for my children’s
protection.
its kindalike a loaded handgun
pointing it at themselves at others spastic fingers at triggers
We’re having dinner. Put the phone down,
put it away.
Put yours down first.
too much effort
supper is had in quiet only chewing clatter of utensils on platesscrapes sips of drinks thuds
of fingertips bumping keys swiping
he got into a Time Machine
rocketed back to his parents kitchen
table for supper
Put that away.
No.
he had to laugh
he wondered which of
his parents would have clobbered him firsttheyd both be up on their feet
young
agile
Spare the rod spoil the
child
if they killed him the Law would be on
their side
He said what?
1949, Saturday,
12 7. 25
1217, Sunday,
13 7. 25
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