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Tristan James Johns

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Don’t Dream it’s Over

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To: Phar Russia (& all God’s friends nearer to there)

From: Tristan Johns

‘Even M.C. Hammer Can’t Touch This!’

Dear Comrades,

Over a misty cough of saxophone smudged smoke, a smell of dank reprieve wrestles with smooth lounge jazz through my ear buds. Are the Stars, guardians or thieves?

The grey minions that populated all of the impossibly-complex people in our lives, get to rise up from all the heavy matters of our shadowy origin. Are the Galaxies, guardians or blind?

The plunder of divine abundance brought with it four ‘horse-men’. Humanity has their own 144000. The universe, is it Truly Big or just plain big? 

The logic of non-humans was it tilted towards the benefit of non-humans? This is, I guess, not a surprising question to ask, now. The Love within the fabric of Being, by Grace, is an alchemical guarantee of the faith we act upon. Within the mathematics of reality, love is fused into every decision of our life. Is science a guardian or a thief?

So, those smudges of sax, in the breath, get compounded by electric guitar, bass and drums. Angels fuse our wires into a life beyond our birthplace, shining in a new vibrational octave that we shall never need to return back from. Art is smiling with stella guardians, can you see?

Let that funky music play on. Anyway, I got a spliff to saxamafone. Wink wink! If you catch my drift…You don’t know how lucky you are, boys! Did you ever hear the story of Phar Lap?

All Glory to the Most High.

MC Hammer – U Can’t Touch This

Crowded House – Don’t Dream It’s Over

The Presets – You Belong

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