Keep off the Grass – Issue 206
Don’t smoke weed. You’ll end up telling your friends you made a shirt for David Bowie. And that Bradford Cox called you on the phone. And that you did chemistry in VCE, and they’ll let you cook your own food at the Grace Darling. And that you discovered the magical commune where old bikes are made anew, and dreadlocks and pot fall from the sky like the gentle rains. What a load of crap. Three thousand has the dope, I mean scope, I mean scoop.
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