What's Hot! What's Not!

They had everything in their flat Sony Wega widescreen digital tvdvd
player with surround sound beechwood laminate floor thumping hardcore I
think it was sexually charged cross genre cut n paste electronica I
knew that much. She wore von dutch and him these boot fit's he got
cheap of ebay I bet theres a brand new designer fad for thrift in this
age when you're so deep in the stinking shit of debt and the failed
dreams which once flashed brilliantly across the face of an ultra
violet hologram on a credit card or from the page of a glossy magazine
are now scratched and lifting fakewood, chipped metallic off-side
wings, MOT's and southern Europe 18 to 30's memories transferred to
folders inside perpetually dated PC's 6 months interest free. He
beckoned me to sit on his sofa from Ikea and he stood poised for my
reaction to the rear shift from his new speakers but the only behind I
was mentally rating was that of hers as she bent down to stroke the
lazy cat and I'm carefully storing files of my own for masturbating to
later. I'm one of the new breed of cyber masturbator and when he
mentioned his new tweeters her nipples sprung to mind and to attention
not to mention my pantfull of cock. They laughed when I said I was
writing this daft story about their lives and planned to store it on
the internet and when their 65 they can read it and have a chuckle
about how bloody stupid they were to get themselves so serious and so
much in debt over things that will look so prehistoric and
technolgically flawed just like crystal sets and black and white tv of
the 60's do to the bored, instant pleasure seeking youth of 2004.
They'll also read about what was going through my mind that night and
also why I left early to get home to my own squat to download what I'd
got in my cerebral file yes the recently acquired images of her
fantastic body and as I lie there in the dark rousing my cock I think
now this is something that'll never go out of style.