I love needing what tv does, colonizing until the wheels fall off. 
Nearly sunset viewed thru coconut milk. Skinny ‘eventude’ brings on waves of fluttering, populist rage, some dishonest dogs. (Boob dogs taught to come, fetch, force it down.) All in favor held under pressure.  
 
Channel surfing here in the cranberry state I see immigrants mix well w/ bohemians, capitalists, folky folk surging in subjectivity w/ certain rights for a life entrenched by exigency — it feels very large here. We’re on tv.