me? these days? i have to bribe bonsai tigers to fall asleep by giving them excess treats, drink myself to a limit and then take insomnia tablets, glance at the stars and gag up a bolshevik black hole, think about russian newly-wed millionaires spending so mcuh the taxes go up, testifying: well when the full circus with elephants and missing acrobats comes... and there's no french revolution versace... we're in bigger crap we thought we were... so i took to peddling, keeping heart rate with feeling rather than a heart-rate keeper on the wrist known as apple / iWank... you'll never believe the amount of creativity that comes from Onan... it's like that story of onan and samson like it's that story of cain and abel... you'd have to be a mozart to find a creative continuum in women rather than beethoven in the hive of being deaf... say rich and thus say spend... say poor and thus say like a primate with two flint stones... what the hell is this?! japanese crow reduced their beak for nut crushing purposes into a car tire. FIRE! FIRE! PROMETHEUS! so came the world favouring thought from prometheus' liver when in diaper-shelter postman pat delivery by a stork... but each of us that got the slit of liver never claimed origins in the apple adam ******* out when eve forgot that satan's singularity was expressed in a pluralism: eat this apple, depilate, and you and adam will be like the gods... but then the metrosexual emerged with shaved legs and a shaved chest... down the drain that dream went: as long as you eat the apple and know you have hairy legs... i'm sure whatever you say he will be ordained with pleasure to perform... eve - i need a hammer adam - here babe eve - i need a nail adam - here babe eve - i need five planks of wood, four legs one like an abdomen adam - here babe eve - mash it up adam - hey babe, what's that? eve - a ****** table, tapestry for porcelain! adam - woah! that's great! eve to god - this adam is a ****** robot! satan to eve - well... get ready for ******.