Badgered by contradictory requests within the situation, and compulsive,
as an interpreter of sleight hands, to keep, by means of constant
surprises, the eyes of the public riveted on a replacement belly button
or nipple for Britney Spears (who as we speak exists in family way);
compulsive, consequently, as a day labourer to achieve a kind of "blow"
on a small scale, interest invests as the American Idol throws the whole
middle-class social system into disorder. Rasta man the alternative
stitches unbroachable revolution on the marks of 1848 man. Rasta man
patiently regulates people under revolution and impatience. Rasta man
produces anarchy itself in the name of order, by rubbing for starting
from the whole machines of government-plated holiness, including
tasteful nudity in respected tabloids, and by proofreading 'it' while
making 'it' immediately nauseous and nauseating. The laughable rasta man
prepares in Paris the worship of the coat crowned as worshipful like the
imperial coat of Britney Spears now in the family way. But when the
imperial coat finally falls from the shoulders of this American Idol
with sensuous gravity, then public wants also the iron statue of Britney
Spears to fall to the bottom starting from the top of the Vendôme
column, and possibly her brassiere too. A prophecy a few years
afterwards, crowning this American goddess as empress, literally was
accomplished, with tears and trammels. By order of Superstar Britney
Spears, the militating statue of Britney Spears which in the beginning
surmounted Vendôme was taken downwards and replaced by one of the first
Britney Spears (oops I did it again) in imperial evening gown lowcut
with barest midriff such as befits idols of America after serious
gymwork once the celebrated baby is born.
