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Alert invader all you had to do was get out and stretch your legs who is it today grandma cousin or friend, a journey through the mountains and the passage of time, whoosh, wish blink, blink, town lamp shadows. Light & dark cats eyes and counting the angst of parents with pursed lips, one driving, asking of themselves what are we doing, the child is lonely. Mason Cult.

 

 

 

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

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