"The world is your oyster", So used to say Helen with her drooling teeth, shackled in her mouth, I'm sure they would escape that terrible place if they had the chance. What? With all that wisdom she would vomit out, I'm sure they were always living in fear of corrosion. She was my mother apparently, though I never witnessed my birth, so I took her word on the whole affair.
I couldn't shake it, the whole world was saturated with people, and they pursued not just pleasure, but each one the expression of it. Each one, as with a scratch, a swift walk, a quick read on the bus. They lactated pleasure, each one, and I was wandering through this harem, a whorehouse of human enjoyment on the street side. A fat man ate his hot dog. There was nothing ceremonious here. His chest was heaving, he sweat, and he looked elsewhere as he passively engulfed the thing. I wondered if it would make a difference if it were alive, what if it was a baby? One yelling and screaming, no, it wouldn't make a difference, he wasn't paying attention anyway. He shoved it in his mouth, masticating, getting it done, until completion and then exhaustion. No more hot dog. +1
