It's strange to walk around a town rich with capitalist tradition, rich in fashion and grease on the streets. The WESTERN FRONT is working hard into her THIRD possibly FOURTH WINTER high atop a Mountain. It takes a little reverence to peer into a shop front of this nature, I cant see a damn thing of coincidence, Perhaps a shadow of Art, clouded by image and stature. Something is positively not alright.
This mannequin posses with the same dead eyes in which the fashion it wears projects. Intimate quarters firefights and mortar attacks as the building collapses, thee final doom and cream boiling over. Gary Wilderness would be sad and still ashamed of this presentation. But yet as we muddle on words into the coming storm I still believe, and by that see nothing to change my mind. The totality of what we have created as people is shaping up to be one impressive outcome.
Half dead creatures from beyond sent here for paying vacation jobs and International Atomic Playboys accompanied by women of equal and lesser value based on a standard English writing test. Hell any test for that matter, a test of human vital signs.
But as I say. The program is getting better. Loads to witness, I'm a little impressed these days. Hard to see your reflection in an image so vague/vogue..
Better just to stare into the lights and pray for War.
We've killed the great dictators as a child and teen WE grew to love. To count on point by averages and praise for attack. I miss our old foes. Whats left is not only the final round about, but something so pure its worth fucking witnessing. "Soon enough," Is the HIGH DEFINITION NEWS BATTLE CRY.
SOMEWHERE HIGH ATOP A MOUNTAIN,
NEAR ASPEN COLORADO,
A WESTERN FRONT,
MONTREAL RAUL
(transcribed by: RAUL KENNEDY)
(orchestrated by ; GARY WILDERNESS)
(photos:RAUL KENNEDY ASPEN COLORADO 2014)
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