An actually useful and accurate usage of the web of lies deceit and terrible content
other than a bit of ye olde music
25th of February 1978. The only performance in that horrid shitty city.... so says possibly non hallucinogenic blissy Ai i MUST get out of my browser it uses up more battery
THE MORAL of the story being that young men with long hair NEED sane elders as guides....
So there we were... a few rows back from the front in The Empire of evil... Liverpool the most fake society that ever existed, merely using their craic to get enough cash to go shopping at the 'Harrods of The North' Owens...as can be seen in the superb historical 'document' the film set in The waterfront of that dump around 1930 the scallies of said Waterfront tenements would do ANYthing to smash the window of Owen Owen and nick the bling..
And run away as soon as they made a pile leaving the worst fake ex wife in history - we had to tollerate in my hidden away NBooneytown, behind, to spend the next 40 years or so boring everyone to death, even Womans Hour with her monetised tales of a few years marriage from teenish, to a world champion child deserter, monetising his fake love via Jude and all..
And nothing changed ...
especially in my mothers family....
Anyway ... young men need to be TOLD.... beware even the hairies, or at least read the SMALL PRINT
even if Atlas Shrugged is a great book you have to read between the lines and think, indeed peer at the very small lacunae, hmmm...is there ANY 'common good' in this splendidly atmospheric rather long small print novel
In that Empire that eve a couple of spotty hairies sat open mouthed " omg ... this has the best energy ever ... and never ever to be equalled....spontaneous orgasmotron time.... "
even if a year earlier
But who would know without adult guidance.... Their little Ayn Rand habit - nobody had ever heard of in saner lands, didnt quite chime with their cassocks and even hairdos....
or words of "community" of "artists and craftsmen" - Hay, Gweek, all of them, just a Johnnny's come very late to the table...
