I Think, You're Not Blagging Me On

It Doesn't Take An Incredible Manner Of Analysis To Reveal That Our Primary Desires Are Incessantly Stimulated To Keep Us Basic Consumers.

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

Fear Travels Fast. Love Travels A Little More Slowly. Rationale Takes A Little More Consideration.

People Do This A Lot. They Don't Seem To Realise That The Future Is Just Like Now, But In A Little While, So They Say They're Going To Do Things In Anticipation Of Some Kind Of Seismic Shift In Their Worldview That Never Actually Materializes. But Everything's Not Going To Be Made Of Leather, The World Won't Stink Of Sherbet. Tomorrow Is Not Some Mythical Kingdom Where You'll Grow Butterfly Wings And Be Able To Talk To Animals -- You'll Basically Feel Pretty Much The Same Way You Do At The Moment.

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.