The savage yearning for happiness.

...if you do not pay attention, nothing will be missed, this is the disgraceful state we have allowed ourselves to descend into. The bowels of convention, head first into the jaws of the standard. The innards of the significant collected together in a black box, holding the pure aesthetic, investing everything into the dimming of the organic memory. The sentient form no longer required to remember from their individual thoughts or physical experiences, the televisual radio obscures the need, casting the shadow of oblivion over the entirety of western civility. The Lunatic’s run amuck across the airwaves washing away the psychodynamics of a million years of evolution and in one long visceral ejaculation expelling the nutrients of vitality over the redundant soils of the mental plains....