When Martha said "Let's get away - go on holiday" the words reverberated in my mind. I was surrounded by a sea of accounts and all the figures just blew around like sand. They said that 'money was power' but the banks just lied about it - there was no money - they faked it all! It was just another religion, something they expected you to bow down to. I ripped the accounts up and booked a time loop and headed for the beach someplace out of the loop. Martha was looking stunning in a two-piece and the sun was a circular synth with bright chords. We set up a colony for those displaced by the oppressive system and Martha sang at dawn. "There's always an alternative" she said - "you just have to find it on the map of your imagination. Go find your dream...!"....
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Wednesday, 26 October 2016
Martha and the Money
Martha and the Money
When Martha said "Let's get away - go on holiday" the words reverberated in my mind. I was surrounded by a sea of accounts and all the figures just blew around like sand. They said that 'money was power' but the banks just lied about it - there was no money - they faked it all! It was just another religion, something they expected you to bow down to. I ripped the accounts up and booked a time loop and headed for the beach someplace out of the loop. Martha was looking stunning in a two-piece and the sun was a circular synth with bright chords. We set up a colony for those displaced by the oppressive system and Martha sang at dawn. "There's always an alternative" she said - "you just have to find it on the map of your imagination. Go find your dream...!"....
Text by Trev Teasdel
When Martha said "Let's get away - go on holiday" the words reverberated in my mind. I was surrounded by a sea of accounts and all the figures just blew around like sand. They said that 'money was power' but the banks just lied about it - there was no money - they faked it all! It was just another religion, something they expected you to bow down to. I ripped the accounts up and booked a time loop and headed for the beach someplace out of the loop. Martha was looking stunning in a two-piece and the sun was a circular synth with bright chords. We set up a colony for those displaced by the oppressive system and Martha sang at dawn. "There's always an alternative" she said - "you just have to find it on the map of your imagination. Go find your dream...!"....
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