mental guerilla army...?
IamIirainbow serpents
mernity and art
the context and the species
the origin of life
writing a part into the life
the
colonialists brought the canon
the rainbow generation a new breed
a new place in the arcadia of gods own cultivated
farm.
European diseases detroy the aboriginal art
the no mans land of the pastoral ideal turning away
from the pastoral Europe and into the wildernis….
the land itself is alive and the word is of the aboriginal people
leading the way into the futures
for generations they were subjected to apartheid
mainland aboriginal and amidestream into the channels of western arts
Aqua Regi
Iam
Iam
IIam
IIIam
IVam
Vam
FUCK FUCK FCUK
And i look to my Eskimo friend reminding myself that everything tonight did not actually happen and that it was a mere manifestation of living with ones Eskimo Inuit friend. Remembering in pure (satirical) thought of the preposterous propagation of shat hard to be was a reforming of written thought into something still intelligible but also fundamentally alphabetical. Typical. Pure language thought and litttle Princesses sleeping in beautiful slumberland the fairy tales ignite and the forces come into holding in together for the special day when these fingers glide over the tiny keys and communicate to the rainboaic rice and riches race… Eastern Island Face Race , unfortunate disgrace in the name of what behold you rupturing evergreen fertility. Clothed into Egyptian cotton wrap me you wrapped up in two. I prepared myself for a war and I don’t know what I am doing this for, trying to let it all go, how can I when you still don’t know?? I think i might into imaginary flight as the guitars soul slings flight and places its sentence into the framed farm from which it was sent. Last try regent, deep in the streets satirical trivial life feet.
 M: magically, mother, music, mental, mamba, multiply, manifest, mutiny, maelstrom, marijuana, medical, mammary, mastubationary, malaysia, muti, mummy, massive... ?(come up with some more and Email to me...) Malawi, Madagascar...like
liquor in the front...
poker in the rear...
prerolled...
cool runnings beat bar
G:guerilla, grown, gathering,
A: African, aboringinal, abstract, atagonist, activism, alta, America, Antartic, animaliatoc, aaaaaaaaaaaaa..........
"...the Universe is blessed with our presence..."
The MGA is a mindset maintained far from any place... It is a way of describing what we stand for, believe in and can stand for anything... you choose....
@A reaction of mere physically described positions in space
that exist no further than the describer, causes change that in its
Self imposed simplicity, collectively joins modern mans outlook on
Everything he has been allowed to observe...
To describe what is there is eezee, until the little bits we are describing
No longer are little bits, instead they have become so small that to call them
"Little" would be unacceptable for everyone,
For now the little bits have become imaginary
Where dimensions have become fused to describe
Our reality, as we do, in imaginary terms.
Somehow through this juxtaposition of imaginary particles that make up everything, one is sure of one thing uncertainty of what is actually there, here and everywhere...
So it carries on from the biggest thought to the smallest, and to describe this process almost feels not worth it... Almost! :-)
Almost *******01
operation Hair
Grow it cut it roll it smoke it
Long and straight
short and curly
spiralling sulphur bridges of
chemistry amyl nitrates
concentrated preservatives
electrons fields create a sense of space
the rooster crows a charity pace
donations for a lion race
festivalling and living a new age pace
no reason not to be in touch instant
idea thought
universal trust
criminals are like animals in their primal lust
lapping at the milk and honey
***MGA***
Thank you for your interest and your custom!
 “ Mayday mayday” Capt we seem to be going down, those guerrillas are now terrorising the world again….
“Sometimes you need to prove to your friends that you give a damn, sometimes that means dying sometimes that means killing a whole lot of people.” SiN CiTy
bANANAs noT Guns
“Planet of the Apes Dude just you watch”
Eish howzit ouens. Dis Ettienne here from the Cape. You know the place, or at least you’ve heard of. Ja thought so. The cape doctor, jislaaik he’s been a howling. The Cape doctor is the beasterly south easterly. And news has it those Pixie ous have reformed, to want the crowd from the stands of the place. Fok bekkomerd. Ja I know for us suburban, folk this is big news for big music. There are three spots pooping themselves as the brown mud huts and african daub, whittle wattle in kwazulu Natal.
By now the fighting has gotten intense localised and boring and as the drill went deeper into the black organic fossil fuel, strange patterns and shaped emerged in outlandish territories. In the Namibian desert, scientists testing circles thought to be created by fairies, and outside listening the birds sing the living world around thanking the biggest smoke in the sky, wandererfully magnificent magical colour of sun shining glare.
“Yeah man I hear you dude, but I always wondered about those big cats, surely they kept the apes in there place? You know leopards, black panthers, tigers. Did you know Nelson Mandela believes that there were once Tigers in Southern Africa.”
“ Nelson Mandela also spent 27 years on Robben Island, behind bars bru!”
“ Well I believe that there could have been tigers in Southern Africa, sabre tooth tigers at least, you now before the last Ice Age or there about, hey who even says that there weren‘t lush beaches and kicking surf in the last ice age.”
"like pangea!"
“ Bru that’s exactly epically it! Man thats so deep. We always seem to do this when were together man”
“Yeah dude that’s cause we always get stoned when we hang out…”
“ hmmmmmm you think!?”
[Put some tunes on the radio ek se!] X-FM
It was late March when He first touched down at Heathrow Airport. Yellow T-shirt stitched up whole, green labels, red stars almost jeans, a bit nervous sweaty stinky, crusty eyes and hung from one too many bottles of red over a couple bloody mary‘s...
The mistyness of writing and smoking unfolded in bubbles of beer ...
This is how you remind me of whati really am...
...Trails of tourist imaginations, sit somewhere here in the cloudy mists of the smoke room, strange brick like patterns on gold dumps reveal some presence of lives lived in the highveld core...
Now it begins to all ebb back to me, as its been touchdown again and time for a new awakening in the United Kingdom. As I sit here and type this I know that this is the truth as only I can tell it, for LOVE TELLS IT.
JOE BLOGS:
Has just spent his entire Saturday evening at home. Nursing an alcohol and weed binge episode of Friday night proportions. Mars Volta. Its late. Actually early Sunday morning. Joe has just spent the last six hours surfing. Island Style flip flopping into subsoncious mainstream. PC POLD epic. Joe has spent his time downloading MO+P3 MUSIC FILED FILES. Sorting a few folders on the little laptop and just buggering around. RHODA tomorrow. AMPED>
Tranlucently fixating his setient understanding of underestimatization of the profound instigation of AGD> Curving frantically through the thought and ebb and flow of the giant blue green machine. Creating a few play list sets to blow the mind hatrick and thinking of his bro Patrick kicking about in Germany. Poor ol Cicily ehQ! . Wrapped tight like the inner thigh of a virgin and a big Cuban aroma.
 OK gonna put some recent 05 shite down in this lil space...
bloody scots and the eurasian race... conquering... crusading... makeing mone.y
Rand, pound, social dollar, flea collar, what choice do we have... OH! SHiT! .
Timedateline: 16.06.007
wristing and banding together as one... two years since 05 sun of a gun. . .
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