I am watching you as you unknowingly watch me for hours. the only exercise you experience is the blinking of your eyelids over your continuous staring. I watch. My eyes on the your heartbeat thumping in your chest. your mouth dangled half open with the beginnings of saliva drooling into a pool on the corners of your mouth before swelling full enough to seep over and fall onto your rotund stomach clothed in a worn-too-thin black tshirt complete with cheese puff dust and gravy and mustard stains.

I watch.

I see.

I do my job.

I herd the cattle in front of me. I control the directions that they go to eat, to sleep, to think and feel; I excite them or I depress them.

I control the cattle.

I control you.

I am your television.

*And There is no turning me off.