Hopeless monotony is a burden on all of us. A cancerous lesion on our lip we're not sure what to do about. An inflamed red mole that changes shape every few hours. Our human scenery doesn't seem to change. Retro has stopped all production of future style. The eighties have come apon us. Again. Remember in the mid nineties when we screamed that we were wrong, silly, foolish, drunk,whatever? What happened to those ideals? They were washed away in a raging torrent of magenta lipstick and leg warmers. Fools. we're even experiencine re-retro. what the hell? retro has permeated every style aspect of our lives so that we're reexpiercing the only thing original we have left. yeah. sucks, don't it? You know who's fault it is? Madonna's. therefore I propose the anti retro plan. WE must have space age polymers be developed. newer ones! then clone frank lloyd wright, but mix in someone else...eh,me! so it'll be a totally original,totally cool guy. He'll make us some cool new designs fer clothes out of the new plastics, then we'll kill madonna! & we'll start anew. yay!