TRANSISTORPUNK: THEY DIE IN TALLIN | TOM MCLAREN

Transistorpunk: They Die in Tallin

TOM MCLAREN

A heavy vibe, walking the ports shorts, scarf, blackwatch commando sweater Big watch/little pecker stainless steel tudor like a hiking model

Liasing with Forest Brothers, Kaitseliit

Soviet ships prepared to kickstart WWIII Instagramming a snap of myself sitting on a Soviet torpedo King Kong on the Water feeling transistorpunk like I do at the Sandia Crest antennas

Did I mention I grew up next to a Nike sight?

Cold War Bunkers Patarei Prison built by the Czar but taken over by the KGB a small slice of Communist Soviet Hell with a fake Banksy & statues of minor apparatchiks

Kumu, the Kunstimuuseum, Westside Story now playing at the National Opera like Bill Miller said, Take the gayest knife fight you ever saw and add dancing

A medieval scullery wench serving ox soup and meat pies heckling customers in multiple languages told me to use my spoon as a comb

The torture museum was a replica of everything in a book I bought as a teenage masochist oral vaginal rectal pears like something out of Hostel II

Then I saw the iron cross brand for heretics and I finally saw where the tattoo came from Shit got real in a gas station with 2 10s drinking coffee ketchup & mustard spilling onto her sweatshirt from baguette dogs after that, she started ordering no condiments

I’m always down for beautiful, cultured 9s & 10s Former-Soviet Angels who play chess, shoot rifles, do ballet & rhythmic gymnastics Pussy Galore to my Bond, James Bond

Robert Wagner, Alexander Mundi, stalking the Evil Empire

This, my friends, is how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb!