the shed of electrofried

I descended to the depths of the stark, neon-shocked car-park in which my eyes were lead to pumping steam-pipes tuned to the dull thud of a...

Ma, I feel compelled to write ya'll, given the grave sufferances of these last sore days. It was not of my makin' that, tarred and...

hard-core asphalt past street-lights and swaying motorway overheads we ate in the road deep gulps of rape-streaked mustard ...