Howzit peeps currently spearheading the bulls horn (nation formation) and always looking for some contibution from you fags out there... you know who you are!!!... so drop a line, contribute some wild lucid imaginings, have a bitch or even better have something positive to say... let those fingers do the walking and push those buttons through the yellow keyboard and onto the screen....
OKK so it now feels like I am some deperate kid craving some twisted sense of internet attention... nope! sorry... bang nag bang bang
So to dispel some of the myth... my name is John Hamman Rostance no image of hereditary family swinging from the branches of the tree...
I LOVE MY FAMILY >>>
yep and true to form...
mandela definately undoubtably an icon of modernity... from bomber, communistic ideal, freedom fighter, transkeiing master... respek MADIBA... hey if you per chance were to stumble upon this my humble site and saw me there in the yellow, green and black... MADIBA your presence casts a special spelling magic to the land of the People of the SOuth, that probably only people who have been bornm there and grown up there would ever be able to comprehand and relate to...
even if it is tiny and we relate to that
Now ever since the advent of television we have always been in the habit, passed on down the generation of our fathers, of channel hopping. This was all very well when TV was on three different channels with channel 8 or 9 kept for videos VHS and beta MaX. So from the evolution of the remote control which actually could transmit infra red and no longer was attached to the piece of equipment by a long and cumbersome wire;-, so could the user pushes a button and blip the channel changes and a new set of images are exploded within the cathode ray tube, and hypnotically new feelings and thoughts are sent in full electronic flow… blip…and just how far we have come… Blip… Looks like a cold front will be hitting the Cape in the next… blip…. And for our next contestant… blip…the thickset jaw and set eyes… blip ….and so channel hopping was born onto the sons of those fathers who dispised commercial breaks and were a touch impatient and a touch under the spell of the magical wand that was the remote control and now is the crystal screens the size of your palm. Nowadays at the push of a button on a Remote Control will take you from the deepest oceans to the sickest air to the far out and back into your living room for some home cookery classes and if you're up at seven on a saturday there is K-TV blip... as e-government procurement....blip....in charge…blip…the batsmen was found wanting … blip… mamma mia mamma mia… blip… tasty noodles under the cambodian nightjars… blip … built for the kill… blip… which came as no surprise… blip…… blip…blip……blip-blip……blip
 Stardate 6386 (26 Augustus 05Roman)
off to reading, been to the *homelands wireless* B-live* so far this year
living now in a huge X block check it out on g earth
screaming out the positive vibe my friends family and chick at my side...
lucky boy with no place to hide
this is the break
choose the divide
I still cant tell if what is written is true
For its just my point of view
There in the squirrels cove
Lay the seed of a giant redwood
In a forest...A Mission Statement
It used to be a better male, now it’s a better life. Leading in to the post 911 post 311 terror vision, we at greenzulu.com believe in a brighter positive vision of the first century AC/DC.
1. The post millennial signature has bugged its way through the hearts and minds of the new age generation and we begin to see a brighter, positive, vision for the future.
2. The current ratification of war is in preparation for a universal time of healing and peace.
3. Peace and sustainability comes through individual interaction within a community.
4. A community can consist of anything from two to two billion individuals, each with unique abilities to have a positive influence upon each other.
5. Seven billion human beings will be the global community threshold with which mother earth and us can begin to live harmoniously… as one ~JJACK
In the BASEMENT flat
Balham
Long way from Home
JACK: ~Just Another Confused Kid
Mixing it up like a cut throat Che-mist in the Gue-vara gorilla red star delight of the revolution already grasped from the twin towers of the West…slap underground the Basement Jaxx flair musically turns the head of the Jedi stair…case Seven Heaven.
Creating rap music cos he never dug disco the Jewpitter patter of Neptunes sister creating a space for the underground human race in his own head space
I am Jack I live in the flat underground with my greenbacks
I hoard my wealth in the times of stealth I make ends meet
I like to move my sluggish feet
I am Jack I am blackened by her perfect red, white and blue…
I am Jack Green Gold, Red, Blue and Black.
Feeling change on the street the summers back and the people sting in the eye of the needle, threading through in the tune of you, I swing this baseball bat in the Red Indian, Yellow Mandarin and Green I toil and toll the colours you’ve seen while still the child who dreams through the ephemeral patterns of the evolving evil-live dream children learn and teach yourself to dream…
“A personal and spiralling debt problem leaves us with nothing but choice We have two choices to make I can commit to life and living or could shy away from credit and standard wank one bank affiliations decided to try put some shit out there to see what takers and tokers amongst us, wish to see from the sponsorship free-styling underground sound working hard to pay back the pound, and battling away under the Queen of Time’s thumb, whilst learning and loving and living underground Basement Flat 37 feeling the beat of a heart so profound, that the imaginations untamed run wild like white horses on the Indian sea. Time to stand upright with stance North and South to the Sun and warm urban heat, tribes and scribes and nations exalt for there feminine beauty lacked little doubt, but for the place and the crazy space layers upon layers and still no space population explosion aint rocket science, east west and that little sideways glance, this aint nothing but the crossroads in life and the roll of the dice, for it creates diversion that’s as cold as Ice. Ladies and Lords splice police, for then and only then can it be made known that thoughts flow as We sit on our thrones, like a child destined to lead an angel, a white dove with an olive branch, then when he saw the double rainbow shine then at that moment he believed in the devine, the goddess the beauty the gaily gait of ying and yang and love and hate. For inside was always the scripted science the magic the musical lair and influence from Asia all over the flair, for from inside comes the inner strength of a beast hell bent, preserving a piece of heaven, for where is heaven, when hell is where the angels were sent evolving like a green and blue gem, the eye of two die, poker dice and snake eyes.”
BUST this on stage Johnny HR…
Inspiration Instigation Intrepidation
Christmas Eve 04 just shy of a little shut eye, 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.
Reading Scar Tissue it rocks Anthony keidis califonicating H addict…. hmmmmm
Camaraderie Greenzulu Red Star… Redzulu Green StarThe Influence on Technological advancement through Africa…
A social paradigm shift for the Eurocentric to keep up with the changing face on global politics and New World Order through the reddened eyes of a New South African.
PoP Rock, music, choirs singing the herbal rhythym taking it over making Affirmative action an act of shared sexuality… MAN AND WOMAN...
SQUEAL
Yep So thats me on the left and Twisty on the right... you guessed it standing by the uitkykpunt, stormsriver... by this time the beetle was styling... and if my memory serves me correctly we just had a baby bicker bout something... whateva/
Its a strange co-winki-dink that as I put some commentary on this photo, CP is tucked away in Britains most haunted castle, out of touch, electric and eccentric spending peaceful slumber hours under the northern stars as the strange phenomenon flashes in and out and back in to their perfect harmony...
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