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  WE’VE ALL BECOME ANIMALS WITH ONLY ONE INSTINCT LEFT: self-preservation. That was the way of ( Mister ) World; ADAPT OR SURVIVE. I kept going. A thousand mouths chanting their name loud and clear; a network of sight and hearing that was ever expanding. WANT TO BUY SOME ILLUSIONS ? SLIGHTLY USED, JUST LIKE NEW ! From silent films to the talkies to TECHNICOLOUR AND CINEMASCOPE: roadshow movie previews and live talk show audiences: I, MEDIA: FAMISHED. Right hand to the World himself -- better off than any those who had been born and DISCARDED within the blink of an eye. Better than those who had known power and found themselves FORGOTTEN. Assimilation with no promise of success: A MELTING POT for man and God alike; who better than VOX POPULI / VOX DEI to start selling?   Marlene Dietrich’s still greyscale: grainy and hardly larger than life. A cigarette clenched between those pearly whites and they bite back a RAVENOUS grin; the curve of their mouth sharp and dangerous like a blade, blunt like a kitchen knife. Twisting, twisting, stretching across flesh unpleasantly; till it looked like silicone would SPLIT in two. “I’M SELLING OUT. TAKE ALL I’VE GOT! AMBITIONS, CONVICTIONS, THE WORKS! WHY NOT? You put up quite the chase; not exactly the easiest to pin down. OH, I SUPPOSE THAT IS PUBLICITY IN HOLLYWOOD.” It’s A FOREIGN AFFAIR in the box office: yet to become poisonous like the look in their eyes. “Mister Wednesday, we meet at last.”