When You're Running On An Empty Stomach And No Sleep

... you write something like this

We are a society. We are a society built on technology; on newer, shinier technology. We’re looking for the sleekest, shiniest, best sized things we can, the best sized things that money can buy. We don’t care how it's powered though; because the sleeker the tech, the bulkier the chords, the more chords we need for more and more things. We are a society. We are a society built on sex; more and more sex every day. We need sex sex sex, because it sells sells sells; “BUY ME SOME SEX MOMMY, ITS MY FIFTH BIRTHDAY AFTERALL!!!” And so we buy it, we’re always looking to buy. We buy the smoothest, sleekest, shiniest, best sized things we can. And we incorporate this into what else, but our technology; sex sex sex, sell sell sell. So we pick up smooth, sleek things that look like smooth sleek things, and our big bulky chords plugged into our smooth sleek things. Soon we’ll have big, ugly, bulky chords plugged into all our smooth, sleek, well sized things; All day, all the time, all immersed in this Giger-esque world we’ve plugged into. We are a society, heading towards a bad fan-fiction of a cyberpunk “Alien” story. We are a society.