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He ate his food with full dedication, as if worshipping the act that can be aptly defined as the significant other of sexual desire. At that moment, he was in all senses, a greedy pig.
Engrossed and grunting, it was as if the gnawing movements of his jaw switched off all the sectors of his brain, leaving behind just a spec of functioning brain matter, hypnotized by the sacred, mind altering ritual of limited extacy.
The sounds of rumbling jets drew his attention to the sky, his brown eyes attending to the yellow smoke trails left in the blue, that resembled long furry tails that ought to have been grown by fighter jets.
But alas, the small pox smoke trails were all that they were. The possibility of living machines brandishing sense pleasing furry tails like those of surrealisticaly cute puppy-faced sphinxes, was out of bounds in relation to his filtered perception of reality. They lived their own lives in his mind.






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