Going home to spider the toilet alien it is there behind the bend it gets larger every day, I go out, I come i, I sit dow. It is still there, a whole world goes by in between times, all unseen by any around. It is at this moment the best kept secret
outside.
I take on elements one and all but still think upon that darkened chamber as my day ticks on, the eternal hum of thousands of species. I walk through in etheric atmospheric festivals, twists and turns but as evening gathers up towards the end of my day, my dark living
alien spider clutches the pipe near the seat of doom and glows to me a message from the infinite unknown.
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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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