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...!"....
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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