Dogma
Indeterminate coincidences in never ending time a continuum of fear and pain with a moving light no one can reach, only in words uttered and written by passing doom mongers…
Chaos Theory
Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon,…
But God Forbid The Toilet.
Transaction is all we do, no greater or less than colonies of the ant world set against one another in daily clusters, controlled because we have been made to lose…
Life Has It’s Shadows
Life has its shadows they follow you around over your shoulder in the midday sun and into the night, slowly dimming, the shadows are black your blocking the light, as…
Working Class Wand
The man with the electric charge, in his hand of energy around the wrist a working class wand, in a sea of corporate swords surging and scything swathes through the…