Well, sometimes. An old friend's busy doing some sound magicke at London's famous RAK studios and sent me this:
Caption, "Look who lives on the wall here." Hey, let's hear it for Lemmy. Dam straight.
Your Pal,
LSP
Well, sometimes. An old friend's busy doing some sound magicke at London's famous RAK studios and sent me this:
Caption, "Look who lives on the wall here." Hey, let's hear it for Lemmy. Dam straight.
Your Pal,
LSP
Then, setup onna Moon, it being the nearest quasi planetary body and an excellent training ground for our further expansion into the last and final frontier. After that?
Mars, obviously, and then the moons of the gas giants and asteroids. Perhaps asteroids sooner, Texas can mine them to propel its Total Space Dominance (TSD). You see what we're saying?
Texas, we have lift off. And as always, and to answer the question, Deus Vult.
Ad Astra,
LSP
Things got outta hand, people got shot and some say undercover LE were part of the problem. Perhaps they were, but I wouldn't know. What I do know is this, that I shop at this effluence of latter day Americana, at Best Buy, World Market (they sell Brit food, like curry essentials, Digestives and Marmite) and the evil Cabelas.
I'd never have known, as I browsed overpriced electronics, bullets and Brit biscuits, that bikers were involved in a deadly power play a mere 200 yards away, or less. But they were. Here's some dashcam:
And here's Motorhead, Hawk version, because it's Epic. RIP, Lemmy, would you have been cancelled by today's glitter pony Maoists? Doubtless, and would he have cared? No. Whatev:
LSP