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Do Angels Need Haircuts

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Caroline

Caroline Report 4 Mar 2018 18:10

Being stuck indoors gives you time to think I suppose.

Dermot

Dermot Report 4 Mar 2018 17:44

Deep thought-provoking stuff!

Rambling

Rambling Report 4 Mar 2018 17:07

Interesting :-)

Lou Reed takes me back to a record shop in Somerset and a boy named Tonto lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4ULAtm5PpY

RolloTheRed

RolloTheRed Report 4 Mar 2018 16:58

We are the people without land. We are the people without tradition. We are the people who do not know how to die peacefully and at ease. We are the thoughts of sorrows. Endings of tomorrows. We are the wisps of rulers and the jokers of kings.

We are the people without right. We are the people who have known only lies and desperation. We are the people without a country, a voice or a mirror. We are the crystal gaze returned through the density and immensity of a berserk nation. We are the victims of the untold manifesto of the lack of depth of full and heavy emptiness.

We are the people without sorrow who have moved beyond national pride and indifference to a parody of instinct. We are the people who are desperate beyond emotion because it defies thought. We are the people who conceive our destruction and carry it out lawfully. We are the insects of someone else's thought. A casualty of daytime, nighttime, space and god without race, nationality or religion. We are the people. The people. The people.

Lou Reed