Sister, Sponge & Me. 

 

 

Brother & Me.

 

Dad.

Niece. 

 

Mum. 

 

Twins.
Scary shape shifting, flesh and stone twins around a forest fire, potent, aggressive sexual energy.  

Bear 

Talking

Shark

Cock  

Bender.

Music. 

Cap.

A Little Cheese Down the Lane. 

The Dream.

It was impossible to reach the window. A pile of ash and slush, heavy, grey and dark stood in my way. I couldn’t ignore the raised mound of muck that kept me from the view of the hill. The waste at places was oily, purple, black and with a shadow as dark as a November night. The emotional stink coming from the pile was toxic and pitiful. A manifest of human suffrage. 

Red Man.