Seems quite a bunch, she is telling her friend, doing the stats, the marketing department are impressed, they will use the numbers to serve up the delights, sell whatever it is they want, to the twenty million followers. The marketing chief will approve of the budget, the figures pass the test, the accountant will sign it off, the board will give their approval, to the twenty million followers they have caught; she has a sassy brand they say. They all want to appear cool, with it, hip hop diddly doo dah, everyone wins, it’s the mantra.
Queen of cool sits on her bed, the mobile just pings and pings, her followers, she wants to send them a message, what will I compose this time, a cutie in the bedroom or a lingerie shot in the tub, whatever gets exposure, she smiles, she reaches across the bed, takes the mirror in hand, its covered in white crystals, her gold straw is custom made, she snorts, then shorts again, what will I give the followers, as her ego begins to swell.
Twenty million is a lot of juice, well it wouldn’t pay the interest for five seconds of the national debt, seriously says chuck, he is at the printing desk, the money machine they will use to pay for all that excess. Why don’t they print it he smiles, as he loads more of the special ink into the jets, green of course.
One billion followers, well the number was probably greater, Solomon was doing the sums, adding up the various groups, all claiming to be of Love, well, love in the sense of the divine, more to do with others and not your own relations dear. He is a fish in the ocean, a bee flying cross country, a butterfly with delicate wings, a bird hovering over the lake, a fish, what has happened they all say, it gets harder to find one in clear water by the day, what happened to all the followers.
She is in the bathroom, she drops her top, off shoulder, a pose, that will fill them for the day, she goes back to the bed, another crystal is on the way.
The board gives their approval, they are purchasing the twenty million followers. Solomon sighed, it’s all so transparent, like all those fish in the sea. There was nothing his father in Heaven didn’t know, no matter where you hid them