By: Allen Boothe (C) copyright 2002
We discard our poise in green canisters sprawled in front of the depilated house. A new hope of conditioning and remote controlled thoughts- a television Jesus. Purity is distinguished from memoirs and diaries strategically captivated in the black and white reruns projected in adolescent minds. Children preach to one another on swarming playgrounds, as question marks of the precedent idle without attention or direction.
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"Did you see, on TV last night there were-"
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Advertisements- sitcoms- 10010101001- commercialism- role models. Recycling in a backlash of moral and social structure that liberates creativity and egoism. Unplugged from the wall our attention span would manifest into bedtime for the ignorant and morning for the unfortunate.
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"Mom! Mom!"
The boy runs eagerly to his mothers hands. Grasping tight he pulls her to the living room.
"Look, Look I want that- please, please can I get one?!"
"I don't now we'll have to see how much we get paid."
"But Mom everyone has one- they keep making fun of me! You just don't understand!"
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Stutter-Stutter- she bites the back of her lower lip to hide the frustration.