Listening to: Grateful Dead live at Winterland – New Years 1979
Dark star crashes pouring its light into ashes– the grid is down, explosions in the night, sounds the prophet on the street corner “the end is nigh!” It is in these darkest hours that our stars shine the brightest. When all light has gone out, when all hope, and all broadband connectivity, is lost. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s… a sensation that is difficult to explain, but we know in our hearts as the coming of an apocalypse 17 years too late.
We survived Y2K. Our days outnumber that of the Mayan calendar. The great Rapture? More like shitty rap-tour. Pigs fly first class, the Cubs won the World Series, it’s the end of the world as we know it… and it’s about damn time. Magic 8-ball says: outlook not so good. By today’s standards, that’s cause for an ice cold Celebration by Sierra Nevada. What do you get the generation that has it all?
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around, or perhaps, a prosthetic forehead to wear on their real head?
One of a kind original artwork by Irregular ARTbeats
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From a hero of mine to a hero of his, signing off on the New Year– here’s to the breezes that blow through the treeses, that lift the girls skirts above their kneeses, it teases, it pleases, here’s to that snatch—down the hatch!