You watched with horror as he and his oil-blooded minions swept the stage at NXNE!
You gasped in erotic uncertainty at the idea of unlocking messages hidden in his songs!
You moved in for the closeup, only to realize that your MINIMUM FOCUSING DISTANCE WAS 3 METRES!
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Since last Friday night I have been kept awake by a haunting vision… a man in bedazzled regalia stands at the mic in front of a crowd, speaking at (AND THROUGH) me with the unsettling sounds of a whale beached upon some dystopian starshipped future.
A half-week older, stronger, and more open to a world of dynamic horror, I have come to realize that man was Henri Fabergé (of The Adorables).
Now, through the miracle of digital technology, we invite YOU to watch as this petulant poet takes the wraps off his new material…