Another day about to be burried in the graveyard of monotony resting
in eternal peace undisturbed by memory. Let us drink and be merry, for
another one shall soon come our way. Did you have a good day? My bubble
gun explodes in my mouth, chewing unmercifully with my buccomandibu-
lar joint exploding in my ear through the umbilical cord that was implanted
there, bathing in a 10 volt battery operated amniotic fluid, fed by a placenta
of digital channels – six channels, none of them CNN. My hearing aid con-
nects me to the world, through three consecutive bee-bee-beeps and a longer
beebeebee-beebeebeep, squirting sounds and ejaculating life onto my brain.
The day ends when the battery goes bust.