Crowded, if appropriate on earth, colonised densities in domains of rank and file class appropriation demarcation zones, gated feral colonies of humans without and of palatial with only two to roam large general emptiness and voids. Basal life, food banking without a bank, a balance but only if you can walk straight. Hidden under life detritus only to clear and replicate as if no curve was learnt upon a theology. Landscape that all remains in cycle. Dropping at reapers gate in dots and digits life or is it virtual reality and oxygen starved versions of heaven on the road to ku??alin?
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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