When I was little my Dad told me "Everyone has a book in them". It stuck with me, I have the imagination, I’m a reader but can’t get words out.

I think 80's Ammo is my book.

Every print in there has a million stories behind it, along with the intent in the image.  Most of it doesn't seem to relate but they were essential for the journey.
If you get the stories you’ve done something big. Shut up.

Shout out Lorna, encouraging and supporting the adventure!
Shout out my Mum and Dad for getting imagination in my head.
Shout out all the fabulous 80’s Ammo Main Characters, lending me insight, expertise and patience as I grow. Or just sitting with me on top of those hills.

El Dubba Dizzle and cam no stem no stick
Coz I'm G Town clan big ratpack gang
And I'll bring spray cans and hide in the hills
With slow cooked lamb and smoke signals
Singing hey diddle diddle
Camo, Loki
No you dun want sizzle
We set sail but I circled round said it's a movement family
Get in on the ground
Tracks dirt all round murks and shells
Scarecrow with my arms out rule my world
I know about shadow and fire and pearl
Get slapped by Gaia
And I shoot her as well
And rar boom click
And we bark and swagger
And no streetlights in the darkest manor
And farmer fields
Banana MCs peeled
Seen his handwriting
Yeah it's like he tag up
And his backpack rattles
Yeah coz freedom is all
I really battle for nuff room to wiggle
Splat with mud and carved with chisels
Mapped in stars and bound by riddle
Said I'll be back in sunshine drizzle
You know my hype no one time frivol
Gwan prismatic with my hair all static
So sick magic lickin off like fizzles
I'm wicked on rainbows and Eastern Rituals
And reckon I'd leave ya weaved in visuals
Shiva pipper sparked guts like clipper
Hold on but his heart's like headspin skittles
Nah giggles
Rar nang it's the Big El Dizzle
Boom Click War King
What hit like missile
Big beat basher
No twig trim hasher
Been whole life flashers
Since I was little
When my Blanket Weaver Extraordinaire
Feeds us pasta, born over there
Told me John, you got a big heart
They'll take you for an idiot, let them dare
Come for dirt you wheel in barrows
Feel that chill it's in your marrow
Don't explain, should know wha gwan
We ain't Gypsy, this ain't taro
Brownland Pixie paint in shadow
Towns and tracks and bait in camo
Energies that leave you paro
Boom Click Boom Click 80's Ammo
Big Boom Click a lifelong racket
Anyone saw me play pogs they'll back it
El Dubba D, rudegirl, that's me get the whole family
In them goggle jackets...