15 September 2012
This summer has been like the summer of '76 in England. Not so many fires though. Reckon that is because a lot less people smoke fucking cigarettes. Tossing them out their car windows like authouritarian depictions of fuck you Anarchists.
In '76 we could feel something was going to happen long before it did happen. The fuse was lit, the explosion inevitable. Could be, because I am an old motherfucker now, I have lost touch with the revolutionary underground, lost touch with the young artists, students and workers who do not give a fuck, who have nothing to lose.
There is desperation within the bloated ranks of the rich; desperation amongst the bloated ranks of the rest of us. Do not stand too close - the rich or the rest of us are ready to explode.