Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Sunday 15 June 2014

Every mobile phone

is a devil's penis
to murmur to, shout at, and clutch,
which explains why people can't get enough of them
let alone too much.



2 comments:

Bearz said...

The Devil does seem to have refined his penis somewhat in the last thirty years, from a brick shaped thing best kept in a luxury car to something that can be held in the palm of a hand, like a young puppy, only it is less furry. That aside, long before mobile phones people had the state of mind where they wanted to be 'anywhere but where they were' now mobile phones fascilitates that feeling, with ease!

Wofl said...

I wrote about this many years ago when cellphones were a novelty:

PERFECT PORTABLE PRODUCT

You’re never alone
with a Willy Phone®
Inside or out.
Ten Number Memory. Six sexy
shades from Stallion Black to
Pheromonal Pink. Five Freudian Flavours.
Deluxe veined version available
To the devout.

(from 'Fearful Symmetry')