18 September 2012
No people were harmed in the making of this opuss
This opuss opens like envelopes and binds like rope of the fine yarn to define what's dope it's so ruddy good like the stuff once smoked by the native American tribe of little big smoke on the big small planet which is so friggin manic you don't have time for a good god dam it I just stumped my toe whilst on a slippery slope it's uphill from here but I still have hope Back to the story of the what knot tribe who forever hide At waterside climbing high trees to raid bee hives They are self contained and happy as they thrive with no surprise... They have no money, no banks, no loans... No thanks and just don't moan.
With plenty of free energy in all of their tanks and enough free food modern society keeps drawing blanks. These lovely little people lose no sleep and have no crime... You answer to all if you step out of line. Where, how, when can you find? Is the question at the back of your mind. These amazing people are not from back in time, or end of the range... Life was just perfect so there was no need for change!
No People Were Harmed • Opuss № I