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Macabre death drawing events in London and beyond. Creative salons resurrecting the art of life drawing with added theatricality.
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Tuesday, 28 April 2015. The Incredible Kirk Van Houten. KIE CNTS aka CNTS CREW. HELL JAM - DEMON MIKE. Alek Morawski aka Lis Kula. Thursday, 23 April 2015.
We put on punk shows. We are an anti-sexist, anti-racist, anti-fascist, anti-homophobic collective. This is what we do.
Words about DIY punk; records, shows, interviews, whatever. Thematically, Bangers seem to be dealing with some shit, both literally and figuratively, with the the refrain of.
Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app. Via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Ships out within 2 days. Recorded 6th and 7th December 2014 in Coatbridge.
Cleavers were a punk band from Scotland.
Waves Will Rise On Silent Water. A Sudden Burst Of Colour. Dont Forget Youre Here Forever. At One Time, For A Time.
Monday, 27 February 2012. Such lovely places on the Fylde Coast starting off with Lytham-St-Annes a real conservative respectful area and peaceful, a lovely pier, but sadly for me the flow of the what is only a river is not what I look for.
Cometh the spring, no tears for the fallen leaf. Just the drunk wind laughing at its wretched feast. Caressing candles stroking its limbs. Unknown to the plunging creek,. Peeking with its eyebrows tweaked. How is that pain loses its charm,. When it is the measure of the befallen calm. It is that little drop of compassion, that mojo of kind,. The absence of which rinse you of your rhyme. Let the pain overflow its flow,. With a servitude to distance that keeps.
Sunday, January 19, 2014. As pus oozes from the eye. Drowning is the new baptism. To hide the sores that home maggots. Writhing in ceaseless patterns through your skin. Burrowing into those voiceless chords. Breathing in the dust of dead dry skin. Hope had been laid to rest. Sunday, September 9, 2012. The ceiling thuds with footsteps. A blue butterfly, dead on the floor. On the white balcony wall it goes.
I took a 6 month break and all I got was this lousy title. Actually, I took a small sabbatical from the Internet in general. I AM human, after all. So much has happened in those six months.