Satisfaction is candy, quick to devour with a burst of delight, have another & keep the sweet sensation.  The Consumer’s waste basket was filled with empty wrappers & the empty air between the plastic.  Headphones contained the calm with curated sounds from streaming, gaming, & podcasting flowing simultaneously, blocking out the crinkling & lip smacking.

The Consumer was absorbed in media madness, flickering synapse with fright, never flight or fight, frozen to process the pre-processed.  Digestion was quick & simple sugars were absorbed into the blood stream of consciousness.  

The Consumer remained situated, absorbed in devouring meaningless entertainment, unscripted & heavily edited to show something or over scripted to hide everything.  

Short walks to the fridge & nasty trips to the facilities moved The Consumer’s body while the mind remained connected, sweet tooth & blue tooth on the move within the modular environment.

A voyeur of creation, The Consumer swilled from social platforms, devouring short-form freedom. The Consumer stared at their catfish page, the vacant profile a black screen, just the reflection of the bulging face of The Consumer, force feeding to find a sense of full.  

The Consumer collected big budget movie action figures, recreations of idols packaged to market & make more. The walls of The Consumer’s space were lined with varying scale models & their interchangeable accessories of violence; The Consumer’s lazy eyes lingered on the figures’ pristine packaging.  

The Consumer heaved off the seat & pulled an especially collectable “fig” down from the shelf, the backstory of a true American hero made him especially desirable.  The Consumer snapped off an articulated arm at the butterfly-joint shoulder & shoved it down his throat with a heavy swallow.  His esophagus & stomach scratched with the plastic presence, but The Consumer was easily able to gulp down the variant face plates, interchangeable hands, & firearms.  The torso was torn in half at the ab crunch joint & consumed with a room temp, pre-made milkshake. 

As The Consumer’s stomach filled with his own internal fluids, blending blood, shredded organs, & human poison into the plastic forms of legendary fiction, The Consumer finally felt like they’d had enough.  

Halloween 2025