The Purpose of Technology

You are the pasta raviolli! King n'Booger!
Everything that's going sandwhich-wise.

PRAISE to the lord of the things. HE is without
complection, acne-free, and shipped to your home.

Where is the HIPSTER? Who is the PAPA? Where is your MAMA? POPIN' FRESH!

HEE-HEE, motherfucker! It burns, that little doughy man. he weeps, alone without sesame seeds. in the room with the dvds, and the computer. THE COMPUTER! that little box, THIS little box, which speaks via noise to make these words into words on YOUR computer!
that is technology.

The doughy man doesn't understand the box, the magic talking box, the word box that glows. his glowing box is called OVEN. his box is the end, the crisper, the device that burns! That completes him! it is his role (roll?) to be baked! to be eaten! devoured by
white families of four!

mother smiles. the children bite his head off. he will be pooped in a few days, and sent to the cistern.
he'll stop laughing then.

William S. Brendans