Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 26 November, 2002 - 14:32:00 - print it raw
I’m not sure whether I am allowed to divulge the history behind the name ‘The Wax Conspiracy’ and just to be sure I shan’t. I will, however, state that its origin had nothing to do with conspiracies per se.
I, myself, do not usually indulge in the teasing out of conspiracy theories. This is mainly because I find it hard to care whether people have landed on Elvis or if the moon is in fact still alive.
As proof, I point to my lack of input into both Ethan’s millenium train fiasco and Jimmy’s crusade against (for?) genetically modified foods.
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It really is a sad state of affairs when a ladybug is toting it’s fist right up against the fascist and all the while I’ve allowed myself to be censored.
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I’d like to take a second to commemorate both the birth of my father in 1943 and the death of Nick Drake in 1974.
Much love and much respect to Nick Drake for his music and to my father for teaching me how to think for myself.
Happy Birthday Dad.
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