Never mind their so called technology
The damage was done so so long before
By the (not being personal or place
specific, even if it started in.. the bluehairs' tribes who ventured
for a weekend at a muddy field by The Hollybush, from their chubby towny manufactured disgrace
of a version in Woolly Polly
of events and words never were in history)
To the descendent poor lamb
up from London they beam
yesteraft at the cliff:
"So.. wotzit about then...?"
How did i know
word three... "pagan"
" so [adopting the painted on compulsory smileyface their mums crammed full of ecstasy dopamined .. like a miner on dope .... pick axed into their faces..] ... ehh d'yer know what 'pagan' means..?
" just curious... if you asked a wanderin' Roman.... all he would say is just a bloke, like me.. who prefers to live in the countryside
nothing metaphysical implied, just a rugged red cheeked smiley country bumpkin
likes places like this before the city folk came to play their cowgirl
fantasies
[and to avoid the sharp elbowed vicious service industries, and miscellaneous shamanic tin pot makers
selling mental crap to each other
in the cities.. they called them cives"
Never mind city folk failed to do their jobs propper
or care
That no one managed to steal the copyright
and bootleg or banshee buckshee
take
A better fuckin video of one of the few post punk moments in history when
trues soul powered every fingerjab
always
never mind second sighting the great wave of the
'two face two face two face..'
Times
That tsunamid all over even
this place
looks much more as it is a Blott on The Landscape in film
