I crunch I munch
I eat my chips.
I stare I gaze
I lick my lips.
Fleeting desires control the pleasure center of my stupid rat brain.
Self-destructive impulsive decisive corrosion to the greater good.
Google now.
Sex now.
Food now.
Give me now now now.
Give me everything or give me death.
I think therefore I crave.
Americans see something like 5,000 ads everyday.
Many are overtly sexual.
Sex sells.
I want sex now.
Damn it.
Drink coffee.
Drown that urge.
Kiss that mug.
Sip that drug.
Gulp it. Chug it.
Caffeine hug.
Nothing like a good cup of joe after sex to get the energy levels back up.
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah.
Sex.