The Suburbs Dream Of Violence.

Trying To Exhaust Himself, Vaughan Devised An Endless Almanac Of Terrifying Wounds And Insane Collisions: The Lungs Of Elderly Men Punctured By Door-handles; The Chests Of Young Women Impaled On Steering-columns; The Cheek Of Handsome Youths Torn On The Chromium Latches Of Quarter-lights. To Vaughan, These Wounds Formed The Key To A New Sexuality, Born From A Perverse Technology. The Images Of These Wounds Hung In The Gallery Of His Mind, Like Exhibits In The Museum Of A Slaughterhouse.

The Enormous Energy Of The Twentieth Century, Enough To Drive The Planet Into A New Orbit Around A Happier Star, Was Being Expended To Maintain This Immense Motionless Pause.

Selfish Men Make The Best Lovers. They're Prepared To Invest In The Women's Pleasures So That They Can Collect An Even Bigger Dividend For Themselves.

The Suburbs Dream Of Violence.

The Functional Freedom That Anybody Can Buy A Gun And Go Out And Murder A Lot Of People At A Mcdonald's Is Prevalent, Yes. But Through The Effects Of Tv And Interactive Video Systems And So Forth, We'll Also Have The Freedom To Pretend To Be A Mass Murderer For The Evening. I've Seen Descriptions Of Advanced Tv Systems In Which A Simulation Of Reality Is Computer Controlledthe Tv Viewer Of The Future Will Wear A Special Helmet. You'll No Longer Be An External Spectator To fiction Created By Others, But An Active Participant In Your Own Fantasies/dramas.