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Mythical is this figure, deep is his soul, reality
can bare no attachment on lifes necessity for his cause of existance, he is indefinable and unexplainable. Unjust is his love
life, for he is our mentor, a guru in his teachings and spiritual guide of the heart, he is our big H and of course our PR
man.
Below is a short secondary sourced piece of info about the guy.
From a source of Barri
Little has been said of this
man's true purpose on this earth. Perhaps he is here to enlighten others, claim benefits illegally or just to Rock Out! Born
to a roaming nomad woman and a craphouse of a German father (Ubermench.seeSkorkFace), this fellow's life has been fruitful,
reaping the rewards of free cigarettes and alcohol from unknowing parentals and of course Herr Laurence, the Weir's father...
Warped and distorted mentally
by the dark magic of Rock'n'Roll as a young adolescent, Harri's existence is to uphold the righteousness of Led Zeppelin and
The Lord of the Rings. Sitting in his boudoir burring incense is all he seems to do...apart from making regular appearances
in certain local pubs and bumping into Mr.E and Mic in the street absolutely air locked...
As the Mighty
Hammer of Thor blows the subtle wind on, it carries the lilt of this man's sublime voice, whispering: "Stairway...Stairway...Stairway............
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