By: Dane Cobain I am immune to your bad advertisements, Thou ageing hipsters with electronic cigarettes Breeding discontent in board rooms; These days, everything causes cancer, And the joy is finding which silver bullet Is The Ruination. Sometimes I do dumb…

By: Dane Cobain I am so high I see mountains, the smell of crystallised shit is a foetid reminder of the civilisation I used to remember, the tree-lined fields of the one true childhood, gigantic metal spiders which traipse through my…

By: Dane Cobain It’s just line after line in some great drawing multi-dimensional phosphorescence or Alex Connor sculpting crazy visions he saw in drunken haze, Alex Connor drinking barrel hatching crazy plans and schemes; Alex Connor, half dead in hospital beds…