At first glance everything's fast food and quick judgements, but make new music with your appropriation and critique of junk culture, and jam incongruent terms together, to create a new language. Viewers on the other hand, by accepting it, make a comment on ourselves. This is how Hirst has functioned, feeding the art world work so grotesque it becomes a self-reflexive comment the moment we go to view it, buy it or call it art rather than protest so loudly he has to withdraw? Our apathy is the vehicle by which we are now measured, as the throw away, chicken 'n chipz generation, as I call them, are coming up.
"Whattup to white bran [...] Why you wanna put me in a coffin sir?"