Reality stagnates and fractures, the guts of humanity pour onto the cobbles we sway down. Now here I am staggering down some decrepit streets. Bleeding profusely and trying to make sense of what it means to be loathed in the moment. You can exchange as many words as you want, but it seems no matter […]Read more "Abused bodies and dead bloody poets"
The precipe of the good and the bad has been disfigured beyond recognition. There’s a beaten child in the corner crying for some humanity. It’s arguable cancer will take them before suicide. Their Dad left for a pack of smokes, rumour is he isn’t coming back. There’s little to care about when these might just […]Read more "Intravenous malformation"