Nuclear, Oui

 

Demented by the TV, Modes Bascoy built his volant máquina in 1.981:

cocked & loaded with warheads it was, shining like platina, and on the left side, an inscription:

"Wings Over the World"
"Alas Sobre el Mundo".



Modes Bascoy tested his aeronave through the llimpid ceilings of Castilla-La Mancha, in mornings of fumigation:

the heart of the earth beating as one with the nucleus of the EEC it self:

"Now we're in Europe" -he said

"Now we've got Alas Sobre el Mundo" -he added

and the avian of metal flew rampant and pure like a catramina of the skies fueled by nocive kerosena whose parts, gears and components are nothing but strange, unnecessarily intricate and improvised.


And all this comes apropos the built device that flies, crafted by Modes Bascoy in a workshop of Hendaye in 1.981, helped by 4 retards with huge eyeglasses in mornings of provincial irrationality, berets, caras de culo and rural cowmilking


and a premise:

Trust in Your Machines.





Ever.