Manmeats

A woman is walking nicely in the world. She has died to her self, yet she is still in the world. She wanders pretty aimlessly as there are no walls keeping her straight. She wanders over to a door. On the door is a little sticker that says Usenet, or something. She goes inside and there are bazillions of wires flying in every direction. Some connect, Others dangle. She finds a "You are here" map, covered in plastic coating. It has a list of places one might go in the Usenet, and though some of the "categories" seem odd to her, she follows the wire over to this place that has a name that resembles something that made sense to her whilst having gone thru the reconfiguration of her prior and present realities. She follows that wire, and after spending much time looking about, connects a wire or two to see what happens. Nothing much on first attempt, or second or third, and still the wireless world seemed about as useful, yet with more sunlight. She then abandoned any post in the wire filled world long before assuming one to begin with, and thought of it no more until one fateful day, when having followed a load of mathematicians into a wiry sub dot grave, was attracted by the brash humor of an individual who was both taunting the mathematicians and claiming to live in that wire filled place with the note on the door resembling something she had remembered was a signifier of a hidden work, though she knew that this signifier was also a mask. And though she had not lost her way completely, and though she had abandoned her mathematicians as their incessant model munching left her worn, she came to the place with the a.c.4th-way placard on the door, and felt, though the path is long, and the universe wide, somehow there might be a familiar resonance... She did let loose and go wild as one called Goro would put one hand over her mouth, while at the same time, one on the chest of his opposing alpha male. And with them held thus, two arms observed a proper interval in which to speak, she did. And low and behold, some GOD director was kind, tho the mash of flopping flesh and manly stench did let loose and go wild as one called Goro would put one hand over her mouth, while at the same time, one on the chest of his opposing alpha male. And with them held thus, two arms lengths apart, he did diminish her to accost him, and the stage was set for much of the possible manifestation within that chamber. And as the flopping of bodies ensued, she did variously allow, and also sometimes struggle for air, and sometimes almost smothered by their meaty insistence that she looked into the mirror and to herself, said, this is romper room. This is hell, and there is no need to follow any wires to find it. This is available on any one or two way device purchased for only $19.95 or less, at any corner store, at any blacktopped street in the corner of the energetic universe. And though she did visit, mostly she was mistaken for other entities lust. Mostly mistaken for other entities' need. She was a good servant, and allowed herself to be used to some extent, yet only for the greater good of all. Never was she allowed to breathe. Never was she without their hands and arms and sweaty man meat off of her. And she did still love the air, while no one seemed to notice it had gotten very thick with smut, and hardly the sweet reign of molecules left between to serve as an olfactory refrain. Low and behold, there were some who she would love. There were some who she would offer even her compromised breath, as the hands of greed and avarice and manly meat flopping did stay with a weight atop her head, for the gurgles of bubbles escaping underwater were somehow attractive to such man meats, and they would prefer it as such, to beauty. .