Imagining The Overthrow Of The

It Seems To Me That Actual Democracy Is Where All Of Us Get To Participate And It's Not Just A Sort Of A Blunt Little Dry Hump In A Ballot Box, But An Actual Penetrative Process.

I Don't Know If This Is The Kind Of Retrospective Analysis That People Are Fond Of Applying To Their Work Or Actions, But It Feels Like I Knew I Was Going To Be Famous And I Knew That An Element Of That Would Be Traumatic, So That If I Could Make Myself Something Big And Otherworldly, It Would Be A Kind Of Defence.

I Really, Really Love Children And I Think Probably Among Children Is When I Feel Mostly Berated. It's Not Like I Feel Like Oh, There's Some Children Here. I Have To Tone It Down. I Go Nuts With Children Especially When I Ain't Got None. So When I'm Round My Mates' Children, I Jest Them Kids Up First. I Swear At Them, I Get More Worked Up, I Say Crazy Stuff To Them, Fill Their Heads With Nonsense And Then I Leave Them.

The Greatest Poverty One Can Have Is To Be Poor In One's Heart And For Falling In Love, He Is Truly Happy. He Discovers Purpose.

Then, Of Course, Through The Umbilical Link We All Tumble Backwards Down The Spiralling Dna Staircase To One Common Ancestor In Africa, And Before That Some Bunch Of Curious Monkeys. Down And Down We Go Unto The Sea, Unto The Dust, The Single Cellular Dust. What Impulse Drove One Cell To Become Two? What Yearning Pulled The Fish On To The Land? What Caused Apes To Walk Upright? Some Invisible Magnetic Pull. Is There A Difference Between Attraction And Intention? Where Is Evolution Taking Us?