Pure Space Monkeys

What is it you want? Money. Power. Fame. Who wouldn't want them along with the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders in a paddle pool.

I want to shave my head and bathe in pure waters. To come and go in bright lights and colours. To be beautiful. Frightening. I want to be liquid, spilling out over everything like mercury on a mirror.

But first things first. I'll bring a clipper and a paddle pool.

You bring the cheerleaders.