Dog Days…

by joseph ridgwell

Well lit fiends, we are about to witness the end of another year and what have we done? Or what hast thou done, or even what has God wrought! As usual the human situation remains the same, fucked up. But we live in hope for better things, a better life, or a groovier way of living.

Maybe the hermits were right, go find an old cave and live in it for the rest of your fading years. And why are all hermits male? Or is a female hermit a bag lady? Or maybe the war mongers are right, kill as many of the fuckers as you can, in the name of democracy, religion, family or whatever, and then die happy. Or maybe the money makers are right – spend your entire life in the accumulation of as much filthy lucre as possible, whilst at the same time fucking over as many of your fellow humans beings as you can. And maybe the marketing gimps are right, people are as thick as shit, so we can sell them any old crap, even their own!

Or maybe Ronnie and Ridgwell were right in Burrito deluxe – just follow the sun…

 

Or maybe, just maybe – our perky milk race fanatics are right – wank yourself into oblivion!

And in the face of that devastating philosophical illumination – here’s another Super 8mm eyeball scorcher for you randy existentialist’s…

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