Shed Your Uniform Buffalo Soldier

Metallica epitomises (cross-cultural) influence. Visibly evident with 1.6 million caged freedom-starved Russians suckling on their distilled fuck you emancipation nectar through muzzled freedom-piercers. Invisibly? Imagine like Lennon that global hive mind’s momentary energy creation and projection — shall we analyse the stench and ask who sat on Maurizio’s golden megaverse throne and what they were doing on it? #poomoji to #TheWho?

Fast forward to the community’s dinky illusion of their thrash purity betrayal through the subtle infusion of a fruity Marley strain. Oh, what an honorary ode to Those.

Pop your ears, old pirates, and don’t worry about a thing, because nothing else matters except freedom along this country road, and Metallica helping everyone from their bottomless pit onto thee stairway to heaven for us all to live as one.