Apr201102
- Author: Erich Squatt
- Category: prose
In the last piece of sellotape we muse the moment of actualization and when the incumbent species realises that there is not, after all, a remedy forthcoming…
In the last piece of sellotape we muse the moment of actualization and when the incumbent species realises that there is not, after all, a remedy forthcoming…
And smelling the throng,
He went down into a pit…