on the fourth day of freedom my truelove gave to me (four golden protesters)

god bless you golden protesters. god bless you swedish school striker for offering out the climate change conference - in 70 years time I will meet with my children and grandchildren, she said,I will tell them I was here, and they will ask me WHY YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WHILE YOU STILL HAD THE CHANCE.

pardon horsemouth. he doesn’t do that sort of thing anymore so he tends to sentimentalise people who do. god bless you (non-fascist) gilets jaunes for refusing to starve quietly in your garrets and provincial towns, for showing that another europe is possible. god bless you refugees and economic migrants journeying in search of a better life

horsemouth is, as you might be able to tell, a cosmic sentimentalist. at some point (and with an audible pop) the world changed from a bitter battleground between contending classes into a beautiful (but doomed) party.

seeing as his conception of the world is already a party horsemouth has little truck with c-h-r-i-s--t--m-a-s or other pseudo-parties. horsemouth continues to be ill, he continues to accidentally transgress facebook community standards by showing you nipples and children covered in silver paint (the covers of venus in cancer by robbie basho and houses of the holy by led zepellin respectively). he’s not sure what he will get up to today (his second real day of freedom - but constrained by illness).

more from the silver (or is it golden) children- an 11 year old rimpa siva plays tabla