News Of the Salesman

There’s some news. All the junkies come scrawling to listen in—there’s a new trick. Some guy’s trying to push his poppies down our throats but we all got shrunken heads and shrunken necks and he thinks he can get us to shove them down, but what happens when we gag and spurt? The sting brought upon by this man’s technique intrigues me, but the other junkies, all degenerates, know nothing of feeling, and they rather like it that way. So maybe that’s his angle? This salesman has got the market cornered and they just go along with it trying to hold their heads up, meanwhile the blood soaks their prodding sticks as they dig into the urethra, pushing and shoving them down. Their necks are swollen.

About two weeks for the first case to develop. These are cases of capital punishment. Cases of disembowelment and of no shame or pride. Self-execution. And the worst is yet to cum.

Only three months till he’s sealed the deal. His real investment is biotechnology. He’s got them all. He can grow them a new head; a better head. How can they resist? “Hear me! Hear me out! Listen to what I’ve got for you…” All the junkies come scrawling to listen in.

Part 2 – Rhetoric