Dark and lonely in a box I turn for comfort and find my box has some windows but the view is no better than that of other boxes. In my yard some have stones upon them so there is no escape, sometimes there are moles scratching around my box. My innate state in the dead of night, guarded by many trees. The box door reads welcome but there are no visitors that one would be at ease with, how can that be, for above those around say I am dead with no forwarding address.
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Author: 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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