by Kevin Goss-Ross, intro by Roger Young. / 04.03.2011
Prepare the obituaries. At least that sums up how I thought I was going to feel about the train to RAMFEST. But it was actually quite chilled. Mostly we drank and there was no emotional turmoil. Kevin tried to convince everyone he was Afrikaans and I looked for snacks. Writing about a train trip is essentially bogus but avoiding the MK camera crew at least made us feel legit. I promised the girl who went to Cape Town that this post wouild be up before she got there. I failed. We just got out the pool. Someone lost a thumb. Our shroom dealer just arrived. Fuck you, I’m Roger Young.
Dassies in Park station.
Ha ha ha young man, your penis is sooo small!
Fucking photographers and their fucking landscapes.
We are not your poverty porn. Seriously.
We left Linda in Beafort West. Thinking about new projects.
Prog Rock Wine
False dawn, false death.
Note position of third hand.
Nothing to see, move along.
I am thinking about your teeth.
Young, complicated love. With rating cards.
Contentment and sponsor pleasing.
If the coffee is shit only use one sugar.
The perfect High Five.
Whooooooo, no power!!
Photo from last year.
Two seconds later Kevins crotch was on fire.
Fucking MK fame whores.
Guy to girl ratio on train is kak, must surf cactus porn.
Prettiest girl on the train / only single girl on the train.
How Mahala gets the scoops.
Now remember to call on weekends and to floss.
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*All images © Kevin Goss-Ross.