One man cannot mobilize the spontaneous capacity of the masses. A vigorous fuck with a stiff upper lip in a sprawling mess, bubbling at a critical temperature in a pot of jig-a-boo soup, was the day Old One Eye went to the Musky Optometrist and saw the world for the first time with two eyes. Mutants understood that the Nightmare of Recrimination was the mere unfolding of a story about a mutant who dreamt of uniting with a life partner. The days of naught, of nil, the center of nothing, without quantity, without quality, deficient in value, a world devoid of genius characterizing the disfigurement of form, and the lack of imagination and inspiration infected Vinnie Bang Bang and the Chemical Punk Monkey's Generation Pb82. The signifying of the mythical magnitude of the Zenithal, the Zeitgeist of Zero, the supreme deity, Mr. Zig-Zag, brother to Zeus, in The Years of Zilch, where friends had the decency to be alienated, resembling broken eggs devoid of any yolk: signifiers that the Wild Life was the ever so rare Exotic Life. To live in the world, which adorned its lapels with the emblematic avatar "SCR" (Social Construction of Reality), one learned to reduplicate behavior, things, that which was best in a person in order to succeed. Getting a cock in the ass was nothing more than a cotton swab wound that helped a mutant see the world through the eyes of the projectionist, who spent his evenings pulling his mudskipping pud-stump in the back of the theater; that is to say, God had become a cynical masturbator.