In Subversion
In subversion are the human’s heads tilted to one side, as if dosed with viral load chaos seems to have completed what it set out to do, scramble the mind…
One Way Ticket
One way ticket to blank so my friends this is immortality the colour was black bleak, to say the least considering I was supposed to be no more further on…
I Can Join
I live for the time I can join the Devic kingdom in Turkers Wood so far they tease me the bush rustling is not just the wind, there are days…
Going Nowhere
Going nowhere, going somewhere, keep walking it’s an alternative job. Kick the wideboys and poverty payers this country needs more than players in the game, workers as counters divide and…
Me To Mine
Me to mine, my thoughts need an exhaustive cleaning. Too much dirt I cannot live without the purity, I seek upon new pasture like a grazing bovine. I need new…