"This is a five minute piece about me, the twit gone drank : a vehicle for the dissemination of my own confusion and pomp, full of the irony : a centreless web of desires and beliefs, dim : all muddleup. I find myself confabulating more and more and it is the me that makes me sick and convinces the self that severe psychotic disturbance, intellectual perversion and the lookatmesyndome has swept me off of my stupid little feet. Dysphonic, insecure and wearing only dirty pajama bottoms. (oh dear what can the matter be.)" – Andrew Kötting.