CNN
he leads a life of cynical loneliness-- the last time visions of sugarplums danced in his head he was high on LSD-- now he sits in his old rusty-orange recliner chair, a worthless 70's remnant staring at tv, his hand a harmless snake weaving between warm skin and the loose band of his off-color Hanes he rubs it... like a woman pets a cat, softly stroking in all the right places, and it stands... stretching like an arched back to meet his fingers as the anchors of CNN prattle from the set it doesn't matter that they're discussing the hostages, the shootings, the ruined crops... he just likes the sound of voices as he masturbates
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