Created By Sand
Happy as a boy created by sand, washing upon the beach I am here, I am there in I come the tide arranges me, but a speck of sand, am…
No One To Impress
The jackets of an older man now seated, the best way he can. On a Sunday in winter, a park, the coat no longer warm. No attitude for there is…
Unknown
The ball under my foot, the world it may be, it makes me so unsteady my destination will be unknown at the moment. I have control of a fashion, my…
Mason Cult the Hot Vented Streets of Chicago.
The organic dripping plasma bulk bin, stuck in old Chicago Town behind the fire escapes the hissing of steam vents, random discharges and screaming noise, much torture was hidden among…
I am Mason Cult Metaphysical Warrior.
Mason visited an old air base in his local area and his wild imagination kicked in, the end result was this…enjoy. Have you been lately, to an old airfield, walked…