SOUTHAFRICAFRANCEHOLLANDENGLANDGERMANYSPAINISHPOLISHPORTUGESEZULU SURFERS OF THE SOUTH NOT MUCH EXPOSURE TO THE NORTHERN LIGHT OF POLLEN HAZE IN THE LAND OF THE FRESHLY GROUND CA-T-ND-CE-CY-GP mixed up rainbow craze... Safe in the the cradle of mother earths bountiful womb of life giving goodness from her soul unot the Earth... Krishna Rebirth. Black Mama Afrika carries the little white boi on her back... Beautiful Deathstarred Preview on the the Mantis Moon, THC, Dorped Just Ginger, Johnny Clegg boots of Nguni Skins...\b
 the intergalactic sonic light on the stage of music...
whats with all these bands...goldfish in a freshly ground bowl of butternut soup, tended to like a black bunch of grapes. Sonic Youthly firestarters of Stone Roses filtering and fluttering radioheads everywhere keen diagnosis mused with pearl jam, creatively comethe the our of him and shady and manson and the bloc of a party...
trend spotters globe trotters strange infinate land... contouring God's land, with the Devils music***coconut island crack crack cracked
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****&*keeping it real for the poker ace bending and backfilpping the capoeira in space, that helps the mind fly free and not being influenced by any one of the three, for NY is upon us and the apple did taste like a lot of total and shell human disgrace for the like of you and me should never take for granted the luxury and privelage of living in this Southern Africa and we should live our lives in accordance with Love and Truth and camaraderie not giving in to Celebrity Britain, USA or any other Image Nation but carving our Positive rainbow colours from the Southern tip reaching out and connecting through space as the we explode on to the scene rocking the yellow submarine.
The most Southern cup of the Darkest Continent has eleven official languages and land locks the Kingdom in the Sky. A Nation delicately balancing the post modern extremes of First and Third world culture... a Fourth World Nation nestling under the four stars of the Southern Cross...
 A melting pot of great people representing many tribes and cultures.
From January to July 03, the 78 babies John and Christy, travelled the coastline from Durban to Cape Town, in their 73 VW Beetle. White, no locking doors, and air cooled the beetle dodged it way past stone throwers, potholes, cows, pigs and goats, from the wild coast, through the Transkei, up to the Amatolo mountians of the Hogsback, to the coastal perfection of Cape St Francis...
past the Knysna headlands back up past the humpback whales in Hermanus...and on to cape town... Atlantis Sandunes and riding dune buggies
Still to come Lesotho... the Kingdom in the Sky 2012...
 1.3 megapixellated 1100cc VW bug on the dusty roads in Hogsback, ZA.\ white beetle bouncing through green africa
Through the Green and Golden Garden route, past the highest Bungee in the world, big baboons rummaging through the Beetle and onto the fairest Cape, greeted by the magnificent, curved finger of the Cape peninsula, tickling the Great White territory of the massive False Bay our travelling new age hippy travellers arrive in the Mother City. Cape Town. The colourful vibrant epitome of Rainbow Kulture, nestling bustling media frensy, with the backdrop of the Magnificent Table Mountain, Lion's Head, Devil's Peak and the Twelve Apostles...
Dripping the flair from
His golden lair
Underground ringletted hair
That is a deathstare
The colliod of ink rolls
Out the sink
Creating a link
Planet on the brink
Elevating hold
This kids gettin bold
Out of the gold into the green
Sam is sold
Rainbow flowers unfold
Behold story untold
Dark continent sold
Tribes teaching
Bull horn reaching
Politicians preaching
Children screeching
This rhyme
Grows old with time
Break the police line
And step on a mine
Blast from the earth
Fire in the face
Crackles the sky
Blows the bass
What once was wood
Now diamond ace
End the arms race
 Wildernis
there came many signs at the end of our time
the passion of some old rhyme
the tidal waves of Tsunamis on the rim the
pacificer
children frolicking in the eastern energy of the great mystery
as the giant wave bellows up from the sea
first come the black hawks, then mujahdin, bodies lie scattered collected
Clearance of land by hand with no tools
whilst the government tries to convince us its him they collect the data
as the people begin to edjucate themselves amongst the aids, the islam, the guns, drugs and defamation of earth, war of the worlds celestial rebirth
from deep within the south of the united states people rebelled at their human disgrace and found a fight a cause true only beginning with no ending
and thence from did the holy one become
as the land impoverished and ravaged by the soldier fighting for the united nations
the earth quaking and crusting trenches deep in the sea Moorish Idols flashing through fingers of an octopuss camouflaged somewhere in a coral reef
there she lies in wait
uncertain and unable to enter into the war for she is the goddess of fire a burning spear deep within the heart of darkness came the water of life
the fire and water set drive in fear and hope for from this distribution comes wealth
people praying
in hope and fear
push
the feeling on
anything better that this virus in the foot
the stuff that tells the tales will be in the history books
laid to rest
UKIP UK LABOUR
Well another day in the new UK …
Fucked up this… well well lets put it into perspective…
the minister of work and pensions has just lost his job…. not sure if the DNA tracking company he was working for illegally… had lined his pockets enough… oh the politics in the United Kingdom … it Blair in the headlines (YAWN!) and Bush and Charles at the Palace. The fuckers . All of them politicians…. may their scurges not let the people they once lead (sic) with anti-knock poison in the the red, knocking the greyness and fumes above our heads. Knock knock. clomp clomp the Elephant is here. Scuffle scuffle through though though bag… jah
UKIP I LIE AWAKE
yep you lie there whilst I sit here at the screen live awake living a sordid and debauched dream. realisation of this my rainbow nation my mother sister brother father all in a time of need. Durbans poison running a riot through the suburban shopping mania that is a will be… 11 minutes counting continuos writing… the souls sits distorting the reality of truth and the holy brew maketh a real man out of you…
put down the manic clone of the phone… take the number and make it you own do not fear the dark and the deep do not fear for the time to kneel is now and at your feet. Break on through to the other side take them to the cleaners for you should have nothing to hide… even though the weather outside howels and storms and breaks from the skies the winter fronts and warm cold rain swirls round the diwali fireworks ramadaan and eid… GFawkes takes glowing cracker and weed.// shit she stomps out to the clock and still she cries rock rock rock .
tick tock tooo free for me … this is the way that I am me… this is the way I can feel the love… feel the pain whatevcr chick that aint gonna work that trick… it is a crisis not a Hollywood movie flick… 5 min tin grin grin… what the hell I am going inn… alternative determinative… Kenobi and friend… solutions now of people black and white the …
made it to 23:28 two short of the half hour…. snot en trane… hmmm scowl scowl
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Jazz soul funk folk, mellow Durban tunes straight from the heart of the beautiful English coast. The Gold Coast festival saw Mr MC making mates with his mates on the big stage. Busting out small steps into the big wide void greated by masters of their genre, the likes of Mr Ben Harper, g-love and Mr Jack Johnson. Products of paradise lifestyles of suburban mayhem. Image conscious surfer music soul fully sung and strummed over the English coastal National Trust lands on stages built by some surfer bums of international teams and girlish screams as we all entertained by Marc’s song about having your first dog. Shit that only us coastal sharks live and thrive off. Playing in the shores of mother nature, busting out the vibey positivity, i guess its all that rainbow shit. You guys know how it is, airs, slides and waves. His best friend, bouncing away to the lazer beams and the peaceful lyrical tunes. Little Jacks Russells are like that! So for all you image conscious Durbanites (you all know who you are!!) we talking about certain individuals…. hmmmm really?! JAH LIKE FULLY MY BRU! people from the south! Doggy gold and truth be told like this guy rocks MC taking it with other bands like dp… for those who like names its T M, R B, S T and J C/ DEATHSTAR PREVIEW/ So who is who and where is where… monkey? Unplugging live on MTV, NIRVANA. PIXIES, VIOLENT FEMMES full leg tattoo. Munkipunk, fokofpolisiekar, SPRINGBOK NUDE GIRLS, VALIANT SWART, BOO! Jusses my bru, those are the bands of simple real shit unrecorded missions for surf in cornwall and snow falls in the mountains... DEATH BY STAR **** MC JR TBC>>>
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