onna saturday bun hopped to the second anniversary of the karl schmidt verlag -
...home to a zillion monolithic yet very disturbing merchants of the experimental kind - generally operating onna fringe of wot's usually regarded as culcha!
...and as usually bun kept freezing her paws off inna cold snow waiting for somebun to open up the gates of zion for her to come in...
...but insight everything looked o.k. to her!
...and bun got her wholeheartedly welcome!
while her brothers were gathering round jah throne with the biggy ciggy handy and her sisters were taking care of the necessary washing ups
... that seemed very much overdue after the happy meal they had had on this very evening
...while the collectors went on talking about there rarest albums they had at at home - or rather not......bun just got a jolly good time outta eyewitnessing the time and place where technocrazy would come to its welldeserved downfall!
... and of course watching the djs...
...throwing on the virtual turntable wot sounded to her like a fine tribute to the late great don van vliet...
...the man who very sadly had deceased just the day before...
... but ..."who cares anyway? who listens to wot bun say? this text don't rhyme but bun wrote it in time!"
...well, somebun does - so screw the lot of y'all..., yours
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