90909 entry 1
THIS IS NOT A TEXT BOOK, IT SHOULD BE CONSIDERED FICTION, CUZ I DON'T KNOW
NOTHING, NOR AM I EVEN CLEAR.
Happy 999 everybody.
John, and George, I hope you're out there, across the Universe, having one hell of a time, or here, enjoying the light shining on all the beautiful music that You guys made. You brought the world something that we all needed, but weren't expecting. Something that not only blew our minds, but opened our hearts and eyes. Patching up the pages from black and white to a mesmerizing psychedelic rainbow, from violent brawling beer guzzling and pill popping days in the underground, to shining sharply on Sullivan, and taking us to the never ending Strawberry Fields, and a ride on a fantastic Submarine. We wrapped our visit on a rooftop. On the edge of what would become the decade of disco and punk. Right on the curve of what would become the main strain seeds of what would become punk and metal in 68. They brought the green fire into the heart of the plastic trashpile. Sparked it up, and let that bonfire burn. We know that We know that pop music would not be the same. We know that. PLEASE understand that thee is no one type or another type of music, but only the artists name, for music is simply, and complexly just music. Just as we are,
simply,
and complexly,
the human race.
Ringo's poems in the rhythm, George's smooth tone in his riffs, Paul's screams, and John's Barking. Pure fucking power.
Take care fellow heads. Nothing would be the same without them. For we should wish that the people that wish to be here for the next 9-09-09 have a tidy and nice world to be in, without anger and violence, and that life be worshiped and cared about, and minds be thought about and cared about and hearts and bodies be cared about. and selves, be thought of and cared about.
thank you life for giving me this day and this chance to say these things. thank you god and thank you Jesus, and Buddha, and Lucifer for we all are one, and all shall be forgiven, and man behaves is if a beast for he is one.
all under the cradle of the stars. all in the universe are one.
be mello.
NOTHING, NOR AM I EVEN CLEAR.
Happy 999 everybody.
John, and George, I hope you're out there, across the Universe, having one hell of a time, or here, enjoying the light shining on all the beautiful music that You guys made. You brought the world something that we all needed, but weren't expecting. Something that not only blew our minds, but opened our hearts and eyes. Patching up the pages from black and white to a mesmerizing psychedelic rainbow, from violent brawling beer guzzling and pill popping days in the underground, to shining sharply on Sullivan, and taking us to the never ending Strawberry Fields, and a ride on a fantastic Submarine. We wrapped our visit on a rooftop. On the edge of what would become the decade of disco and punk. Right on the curve of what would become the main strain seeds of what would become punk and metal in 68. They brought the green fire into the heart of the plastic trashpile. Sparked it up, and let that bonfire burn. We know that We know that pop music would not be the same. We know that. PLEASE understand that thee is no one type or another type of music, but only the artists name, for music is simply, and complexly just music. Just as we are,
simply,
and complexly,
the human race.
Ringo's poems in the rhythm, George's smooth tone in his riffs, Paul's screams, and John's Barking. Pure fucking power.
Take care fellow heads. Nothing would be the same without them. For we should wish that the people that wish to be here for the next 9-09-09 have a tidy and nice world to be in, without anger and violence, and that life be worshiped and cared about, and minds be thought about and cared about and hearts and bodies be cared about. and selves, be thought of and cared about.
thank you life for giving me this day and this chance to say these things. thank you god and thank you Jesus, and Buddha, and Lucifer for we all are one, and all shall be forgiven, and man behaves is if a beast for he is one.
all under the cradle of the stars. all in the universe are one.
be mello.
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