Porn moon On porn moon, the pepper corn mills have nipples, the beds, flange flap duvets, fingernails are hinged to contain lubricant sachets, the table cloths are thick stitched thigh skin.

I’m still here The old school house is advancing towards the woods, I can see its peg legs plane stretching. The mousetraps, we left on the doorstep, didn’t stop the clocks.

Just imagine His eyes-- What can they not see?

Waking up to find a rodent bludgeoned by a simple spring mechanism Alastair wondered if there was perhaps an easier way. He imagined his own skull, crushed beneath a lorry tyre,

Five thousand years later, an entirely new piecian race called the Logabians are going to discover the secrets of an extinct species called the human beings those who once inhabited the earth.

I love April.

After listening to the CD and the albums title track “Waiting on the Gods” We feel that this is a poignant work that needs to be recognized and explored further.