Piston Pete the domination class, thirty five porn children later and there is disregard for you he does not care for you me or the world. As another screaming innocent emerges from the nights of wanton desire, in the dark corners of the club on the travelling trail of populations. Bulging borders where it is too dry to survive or too damp to breath in the warren world of the social prolific disorder. Where the name on the street is mate or still Ginner, waiting for his chance to drown administrators, number crunching boxes of cornflakes and rice in tins to go, for piston Pete always till now, thought that some tolerant benevolent mother genie would carry the can for the excesses, embedded intravenous porn drip of abhorrence, in a dark world of the avatar people where nothing exists. Only warped minds and the drugs that feed them as the sound bangs from big speakers in your overburdened ears.
By Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this