Jon Doughboy

The Issue needs addressing. Yearns to be addressed. Hear its whispered solicitations in your sleep, nudging each sense organ. The horripilation of destined meetings: ears pop; genitalia lubricate and engorge; saliva dissolves its message on your tongue; nose hairs sway gently from the breeze generated by the whirring blades of its longing. On television, the Issue. Over the airwaves. Beamed down from satellites and under seas via fiberoptic cables. The Issue crashes websites, inundates them with frenzied traffic.