Escalator Clause Responds to Market Fluctuations

I am preparing to eat ice cream and draw a picture with oil crayons. It is about fifteen minutes past midnight. The skin on my face no longer hides beneath inches
of beard, and for the past three days I have been listening to the music of this man obsessively:




Is there such a thing as grotesque voluptuousness? It seems like it might be a possible category, right? Cf. Freud, Lucien