In the year 2055

Rob F saw this central city, in the back stairs behind Gilkinson’s Dance Studio. What he was doing there it’s best not to ask. But again we come to the pathetic nature of Perth’s graffiteurs. Is it really something to boast about, having a pipe behind a dance studio? On the other hand, the particular blend of mandrake root and tobacco may have transported old Weaty One to the year 2055. I ask again, in November 2055, do we still remember Mainy?

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32 Responses to In the year 2055

  1. David Cohen says:

    Teh kids aren’t even smoking herring…for shame.

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  2. ratbag23 says:

    Maybe “Weat One” is using psychotropic drugs in an attempt to astrally travel to the year 2525 and slay Zagar & Evans in order to ensure they never write that horrible song.

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  3. Bag O'Turnips says:

    Weat One was but an some amateur stoner, too cool for skool, in their sudden flush of misguided rebellion thought it something outre to scrawl upon the wall their towering achievement for perpetuity—well, at least until maintenance comes and applies a fresh coat of low sheen—and whilst basking in the heady glow of the ample bosom of the Sweet Mary Jane, their cognitive functions were somewhere well behind and lost track of what it was they wished to convey, thus repeating the figure of five.

    Upon reflection as the narcotic effects began to to recede, but still sufficiently present to infuse pseudo-depth to their train of thought, Weat mused upon this seeming error. Then serendipity set the lightbulb aglow, yeah wow! Hea-vvvyyy, man! ‘055! They’ll be coming here fifty years later and still find my wisdom prescient, shit man, they’ll be comin’ here on a pilgrimage to have a toke! I’ll be a folk hero in the cause to make dope legal, this’ll be the Speakeasy in days of future tense.

    Bag O’Turnips, with a can of Solver and matted roller in hand attending to putting a full stop to Weat’s fantastic imaginings, wonders aloud that if he had done the same in letting the unwitting populace know of his own surreptitious exploits in the selfsame pursuit of ripped happiness, his moniker would been as ubiquitous of that of Pedo. He then too takes his own tangent of what he himself could have done, but quickly puts paid to such foolish notions of self-aggrandisment and a wry grin creeps across his face, content in the anonymity of his youthful foolhardiness, all the while crushing some deluded dilettante’s roach of a dream.

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    • Natalia Fan #1 says:

      Nice Turnips, but part of me suspects Weat One and his friends of smoking something a little stronger than MJ. And although I suspect it’s been mentioned here before, glad to see someone else has noticed the ubiquitous Pedo. Anyway, off to post about the youth of today on Perth Now now.

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  4. Bill O'Slatter says:

    Benny will remember Mainy in 55, well that is if he is still alive and can remember.
    A- queasy-arse.

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  5. not weat one says:

    it was reefer not crack and its 08 not 055 :)

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  6. I bet in the year 2055, we’ll remember every person and celebrity, except for this guy. A case of “Weat One? Who the hell was he, then?” He should’ve aimed a step higher and gotten all his friends to build a statue or a mini-bust in his likeness next to this scrawl.

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