Marching, its not just for trustafarians and swampies to hang out and compare calluses on weathered feet, tips on how to get that natty dread look and talk about their rebellion against their tory heritage, its for real people too. May 1968, everyones screaming revolution, holla it 'sexual!', 'new world order!' or 'nar man o' good stock and fine suit, were all art student wankers and we're not very happy with your elected bully-shit, so heres 10 million of us alongside some other unhappy people to say nar.' I reckon that kind of thing makes for a happy democracy and fuck it sounds like a lot of fun too, so next time i feel things are going a little west i'll hit up to Atelier Populaire and make a big voice on a wall and start a march.
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