Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not,
Rather, we will dance and drink and riot and make merry and to hell with the flipping Sacred Markets and the Vampire Industrial Complexes!
So tells the fierce chubby chappie to the also chubby wraiths. We, The Family and yours truly, are all behind him. Life’s too short. Stay sane.