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I smoke this lovely for my mate in Marietta Georgia, 'bom shiva'. I spent many a long southern summer evening swatting mosquitos, stoned off my gazungas listening to back in black over and over and over, playing chess with my good friend.
He grew some good grass in that georgia climate, and rock and roll and georgia really belong together, too bad about the christian right wing assholes... but perhaps they're part the frustration that gets rock and roll to be so bluesy, the sad fact of a culture of racist pricks that hate back in black, because black is evil, dark skinned, intense rock, something they dont' understand, a sense of their oblivion cast in to an icon of our modern civilization, or death imploded in to a door knob in their life.
Or maybe they just din't like aussies.... well. but nevertheless, when people say "Georgia" to me, i hear the bells in back in black, the guitar sounds rise from every tree, and the forest says ROCK ME. Too bad about the repukes, really... well, sorta historic, goes back too many hundreds years those repukes... too... bad.. nothing can be done... back in black.
The only violence i can recall during that period of AC/DC/Atlanta was a bishop check, and some friends sharing some good weed on the porch in a way that is wholly beautiful and ameircan, in my heart of hearts, getting stoned and playing chess in georgia is the entire south, the love i feel for the american soul, and chess we played for weeks, surrounded by zio-christians and the war machine that was making stealth-aircraft at that martin marietta plant in that thar marietta, but no matter, it did not affect those bells oor those guitars that have been playing this whole time.
:headbang: Ac/Dc :headbang:
and there you see it, the trouble that 2 urban nobodies can get up to in the suburbs if they are left unenslaved with music, chess, love and good weed.
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