terminal lodge

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.