If it were me, and I were half as brilliant a writer as you, I would start with the German prostitutes he picked up to be in this photo shoot (he definitely did not pay them enough by the way), comment on the eyes apparently painted on to his glasses, and then end with how he seems to be about to soil his pants. Question from a fan, have you ever actually listened to any of the albums that you look up? I can't imagine that it improves the experience...