False Advertising

It’s the eyes, those strange hollow things staring at a blue screen. There is no signal coming out of the television. There is no transmission coming from the girl either. The coaxial cable stopped where the blood began It was inserted half way up her upper arm. She gains no joy from the extra channels entering her. The advertisements were false, it isn’t fun for her. She would begin to save up for heroine with the next paycheck.

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