People Who Say The System Works Work

Even In Name, He Seems Like A Victorian Oddity. "igor, Fetch 'the Crouch' From The Catacombs, We're Going To The Graveyard".

The Need To Find Out What Will Happen If I Don't Relent Or Moderate My Actions Has Been A Constant Source Of Difficulty And Discomfort In My Life.

A Halloween-haired, Sachsgate-enacting, Estuary-whining, Glitter-lacquered, Priapic Berk How Dare I, From My Velvet Chaise Longue, In My Hollywood Home Like Kubla Khan, Drag My Limbs From My Harem To Moan About The System? A System That Has Posited Me On A Lilo Made Of Thighs In An Ocean Filled With Honey And Foie Gras'd My Essex Arse With Undue Praise And Money.

I Suppose I'm Qualified To Some Degree To Speak About The Nature Of Contemporary Media, As That's Where I Currently Work. People, I Think Have Been Beyond Trained - Coded To Not Anticipate Change; To Think That Change Is Implausible. Almost Weaned Off. It Had To Be A Revolution Bred Out Of Us.

Total Revolution Of Consciousness And Our Entire Social, Political And Economic System Is What Interests Me, But That's Not On The Ballot.