If You're A Drug Addict,

Our Social And Economic Systems Are So Devoid Of Humanity And Love.

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.

When I Was Growing Up, I Thought I'd Be A Lot Happier If I Was Famous And Successful And If I Had Money.

It Is Difficult To Feel Sympathy For These People. It Is Difficult To Regard Some Bawdy Drunk And See Them As Sick And Powerless. It Is Difficult To Suffer The Selfishness Of A Drug Addict Who Will Lie To You And Steal From You And Forgive Them And Offer Them Help. Can There Be Any Other Disease That Renders Its Victims So Unappealing?

Rebel Children, I Urge You, Fight The Turgid Slick Of Conformity With Which They Seek To Smother Your Glory.