Name’s John. Watch with me college girls laughing, rushing, late. Notice their hair: long, short, blonde, red. College boys. Hair? Same zombie cut, shaven sided conformity to nonimagination. Males: thy name is tedium.
Blue plaques on houses metamorphose into satellite dishes yet nobody watches TV anymore, TVs watch them. Eye movement surveillance over giveaway silence: invisible tendrils locating bank accounts, siphoning desires they never knew they had until they were told, penny by deafblind penny.
Does any man think for himself anymore, women scream. We all do, they say as one. It’s braggadocio, testosterone tested, certified Passed. For a price.