Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle. The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.

I grew up in the 80s in England: we'd wake up each morning and look out the window to see if the government had finally put Daleks on the streets.

Listen to the Chair Leg of Truth! It does not lie!

Read comics. All comics. And then cut them open to steal their power.

Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.

Be authentic to your dreams. Be authentic to your own idea about yourself. Grind away at your own minds and bodies until you become your own invention. Be Mad Scientists.

If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain, do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set?