Britstain.
I do not believe in property its accent on control, the finite nature of the human one, man a thousand acres. Do think about it, public access, people for freedom…
Oh For A Gap In The Sky.
Oh for a gap in the sky above, that is where I want to be something tangible beyond those clouds the comfort of a different world, a new model order…
Modern Models.
Living for ghosts amidst the loneliness of a breed, change transference, modern models in detachment rolling out the clones of man. Model unkown, a different breed not from Adam nor…
No Arrival A Poem By Mason Cult.
God I am dead now, what do I do… I have been stuck in this box for days, the aliens or is it the angels said they are coming to…
The Clunk Of Feet Over Years
Sun upon a sullen dull window. no one knows the behind of a never open curtain, the clunk of feet over years pausing on the cobbled path in silent stop…