Suddenly your room mates, you forget they're names block your TV view. The whole group of them standing in front of the television. That's the first time you have really looked at them for months. Its a intervention. You are unbearable. You don't shower. You live off of whatever you have reach, mostly beer back wash. You are no longer a part of this tight nit community. Shape the hell up or ship out. If they catch you on the couch watching TV one more time your kicked out. Try watching TV on the STREET. You get up. But you can't you have fused with the couch. The couch has a blood stream now. You are slowly sinking into it, you need little but eyes. The OTHERS have to accept this. You are the fucking couch after all. Months go by and now you are two fat eyes on long plaid stalks rising from your couch body. You are no longer blood in flesh. You are some kind of contended plant. The TV is your sun light. The OTHERS water you with the parade of endless spilled drinks that you suck dry. Life is good. You think less and less but your eye stalks still track the action. No one minds you now that you are the couch itself.