Hippies Build Wall Trash Land

 

Hippies love open borders because peace and love not raysism, which is why they built this mega fortress wall at this year's Glastonbury freak fayre. Have a look, it's got a watchtower and everything:

President Trump would be proud! Hippies also love the environment, they're very green, which is why they leave the land like this:

Message to market? What a gang of malfeasants, but maybe the wall and watchtower are a good thing. Contain them. In fact, why not build a wall around Austin, just a thought.

Tickets for this year's Glastonbury Festival came in at a whopping £340 and you may have missed out on the UK's June hippie throw down, but not to worry. Burning Man's coming up, September 4, and tickets are only $667.

Never trust a hippy,

LSP

Are You A Burner?

 

Burning Man's coming up, punters, in just a few weeks. So we have to ask, what sort of Burner would you be? OK, I know only a few of us could begin to afford the huge cost of this elite hippy desert extravaganza or even want to go, but say you could.

Perhaps you would be a Flying Circus hippy.

A Running Swine hippy?

Maybe a Space Reich hippy by a dying tree.

Or just a simple Dome Head.

Then there's always the cowboy option.

down to earth, what?

Here at the Compound we like the cowboy track, allied with Safari Expedition: Tents, rifles, Pimms, Coronation Chicken et al. Then, when the wealthy zombified art hippies are shuffling to the denouement of their freak fayre, a giant burning man, we drop the boom. Recollected readers will remember the film.

Be careful out there,

LSP

Hippies - Is There Hope?

 

Hippies, typically filthy, unwashed, misguided and now trans blasphemous parodies of men and women. Yes indeed, but is there hope for these misguided denizens of Austin, San Francisco and Portland? Perhaps, and here at the Compound we've worked with Beans to suggest a template.

Lure them to a pop festival, a "freak fayre" if you like. Secure the perimeter, set up in force with tents, safari rifles and all of that. Next step? Drop the boom, I won't go into detail. And then?

hippie

Issue the wretched hippies with fatigues and boots, shave their hair, start remedial PT, get that drill going (they don't get real rifles at this point, obvs), issue ironing boards and starch. And carry on, all conducted by LL, the RHSM (Regimental Horse Sergeant Major) who's taken over the SOUND STAGE, with its mighty amplification.

Hear it, punters, "By the left... QUICK MARCH!" And watch them move like clockwork across the desert expanse. Think yourselves lucky, hippies. And what can we say, problem? Solution. Yes, there is hope.

Peace And Unity,

LSP