Run Mason Cult Run…
The Amphitheatre of the poor shame on the street and road Rome has gone but snakes remain slithering across a landscape twisting, the ring masters in the south are secure…
If I…
If I am re-incarnated as a cat I will sleep upon cord jackets, I have now seen in my human life thus far the comfort and peace within the cat,…
I Cry For The Celeb.
Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you…
Pluto The Flat Cat That Went Splat.
An epitaph to the feline friend of Mason Cult. Stone cats in the sun will they ever live again, feral destiny was never good my squashed cat friend has expired.…
Invasion
Invasion from underground, the sleeping cities far from our sight camouflaged by dense mother earth activity beyond parameters deep below, all answers were supposed to come from above, beyond the…