circuit bent bint, skint and scraggy, a robot doll of droll design asks you to resign yourself to the wealth of nations...
Its a clear cut, we've got stuck in a rut, there's a need to breed some radical change, in the way we arrange our inner selves and our inner elves, its a question of economy, an economy of truth, like a hall mark of proof, the economic realm is a cloud cuckoo land, an unkind kind of illusion about wealth, like some primitive cult its been superseded by information, there's an informed reality about its unreliability, like a god...