Two people who should not copulate will copulate in a motel room

tonight. The man, keen on contributing genetic emissions to these types

of endeavors, will do so. The woman, who has known this man for two

weeks, has opted for the rhythm method, though her rhythm is terribly

syncopated, and tonight her eggs are in her basket. The prostrate and

seminal vesicles secrete clear fluids that, along with spermatozoa, make

up semen. The fluid's alkalinity aids in counteracting the acidity

common in the vaginal tract; thus prolonging the lifespan of the sperm.

The prostrate is made up of 'smooth muscles' which are necessary to

expel said fluid with a force somewhere between breathing and sneezing.

The Pizza delivery man will knock on the wrong door, for he has been

smoking marijuana all day. A 14-year-old boy has run away tonight, and

has taken lodging in room 311. Fifteen minutes ago, he ordered a medium

pizza, murmuring three-eleven in a way that sounded like three o' seven.

On this rainy night, in room 307, I was to be conceived. Yes, it's

raining. That was an earnest touch. Thank you Chief. The woman got

considerably soaked after the movie while walking to the parking lot.

Inside the car, the man pats her down with napkins and brings her closer

to him; closer and closer, until their lips meet. The pizza dough is now

in the oven. It will be ready in 12 minutes. The man and woman check

into a motel, enter room 307, and are met by the voice of Denzel

Washington. The TV is playing Malcolm X on TBS. "Turn Malcolm off," the

woman says. The man grabs the remote and, without even aiming, does so.

The pizza is done, its crust is even hard. Time can change anything,

with thermodynamics. The man and woman undress, slowly, tentatively. The

pizza delivery man drives down Minerva Ave. listening to the songs he

listened to when he was a teenager. The man inserts his penis inside the

woman and starts moving the lower half of his body. The pizza delivery

man enters the motel parking lot, parks, takes one last hit, looks at

the order slip, gets out of the car, and walks up the stairs. He finds

the number 307 on a door. The 14-year-old boy is waiting for his pizza.

He will never get his pizza, and decides not to run away. The man is

almost there. His prostrate contracts. His DNA is etched in sperm. The

mozzarella is steaming in the box. Malcolm X was near-sighted, and had

an overall attitude problem. The universe does not have a contour. The

rain has stopped, and the new silence is deafening. A worm curls in

futility on the sidewalk. The man is almost there. There, there. There

is a knock at the door.