Food television

The television blue, like gravy, flows over the face of the open mouthed drooling man. His saliva glands pump the viscous fluid until his mouth is full and overflowing. He breathes through the slightly open mouth in quick clean gasps feeding his pumping lungs and free flowing blood. He leans forward as the action on the t.v. crescendos and the chef slowly slides the food into her own mouth and lets out a low moan. NO physical needs were met, the man watching is not fulfilled, nor is the chef cooking the food. It is an act of anticipation; anticipation for an act that will never be done. Nothing meets the pure joy of anticipation, so in anticipation of anticipation the man watches distilling modern life into something palatable; for if nothing will satisfy then why try? Simply anticipate.