No Gentle Shores…
No gentle shores could be found, if we are no more than grains of sand, then gravity controls our fate, high tide, low tide, the moon lifts us up and…
John & Pancreatic Pete Ride Again Que The Music…
Brazier under the canal bridge flaming holes fiercely flaming pluto John and pancreatic Pete sit as meditating beings of a kind… road kill rabbit rolling on an abstract metal rod…
The Kingdom of Heaven Morally Bankrupt Stock Sale…
No divinity it is all a show, for everything a price no wonder, new spiritual cuts grab a bargain shoppers heaven is now on sale on Sunday, bidding will start…
Are You Happy Dear God.
The tide of immorality washing scum on the beach filthy brown detritus of filth agitated by power surge, tides washed, agitated, graded. The worst left upon the sand and back…
Boc Hondo Saves A Soul A Short Story By Mason Cult.
The reason for gods departure and nurturing of another universe was straightforward in execution the model of planet earth was now a disappointment, god is an investor, quality control is…