This is like an online notebook, this stuff is not finished or often even started properly.


Some new scribbles on The Cadaverine site:


Has become little more than lyrical embroidery, a racket for milk drinkers and arts council fluffers, destined to be left for dead in the same middle class purgatory that has already turned nature into hedges and the hallucinatory insanity of catholicism into the wrinkled grey tweed of protestantism.