I am their damaged megaphone

work continues, big, small and all things in between...[continued]

I am their damaged megaphone dead artist speak to me and thru me you'd do very smartly to listen they speak to me with voices filled with mud and clay and decay people feel violated by the stench of their breath they are not desert prophets or nessissary sat next to god or the devil but I am sat smack in the midst of them their rotting teeth grinding and whispering black thoughts in my ear and I am their damaged megaphone barking across the nite calling for art with out art for love with out love for hate without hate for lite without lite and you'd do very smartly to shut up and listen -billy childish