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a 21-year old boy sitting in front of his Gateway 2000 Destination computer
system listening to Marilyn Manson from the mega-watt-double-amp-woofer Bose
speakers, all while the same video is playing on his DVD. And of course this
is glowing from the 27-inch LCD monitor suspended from his ceiling. He is
in his 3rd floor dorm room doing his art assignment as he spins around and
completes his air guitar segment. He enjoys the liberties hard won over centuries
by the alliance of philosophic genius and political heroism, consecrated
by the blood of martyrs; he is provided with comfort and leisure by the most
productive economy ever known to mankind; science has penetrated the secrets
of nature in order to provide him with the marvelous, life-like electronic
sound and image reproduction he is enjoying. And in what does progress culminate?
A guy whose body throbs with orgasmic rhythms; whose feelings are made articulate
in hymns to the joys of onanism; whose ambition is to win fame and wealth
in imitating the dragqueen who makes the music. In short, life is made into
a nonstop, commercially prepackaged masturbational fantasy. Does that capture
the essence of you? We did'nt think so. |
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