Bowser, your name sells millions of copies, and the world sees you as their kingpin, irreplaceable!
What will you do, feeling the ways with your infinity of pin-ups, and p*** filling the way with exhibitionism. The pleasure is painful, the priapic and tension of the receptors can't take it.
The way that tingle makes the brains sour, urgh. Headaches and nausea from the tingles, they can't feel it. Absolute Anhedonic.
Anhedonic, that's stuffed full of advertising for entertaining an audience with the same old, demanded spectacle.
You are the laughing on trick pony that's keeps going round. You've made it quantitively that brings the all down.
Come Guy Deboard, show me this villain needs another dousing of praise, one that will last to the end of time.
On a discarded lunch box flotsam, on the Blackpool beach. Then, only with cultural hegemony, such is will be. The herd morality persists within it.