I am drawn to what lives and howls…

June 18, 2021

So far I delve into what has become of a lyrical artform, gone long to mong…moronic absence of any feeling or wisdom, demonstrable through the millions exposed to and finding herd script ‘LIKE’ to such drivel>>> 60 million+ have listened to this. It has no beat my essence can relate to, the visual production is […]

I miss my homeland…yet seek Saturn’s Rings.

June 1, 2021

I miss my homeland. As have found only hints of tribe solidarity in other alien reams, to which I can relate to, but none of my wildness can abound. Which knows me as one of them. And this wildness… had been born of living in rough realms, of learning to take broken fangs, and keep […]

seeking a pulse…every coin is a dead kid in Gaza.

May 29, 2021

I am getting long in the fang. A future as a civil servant ‘helping people’ make money. Familial pressure to invest in property, which to do, would move me too far away from the ocean and forest, the only realms where I find true beauty, calm marvel, solace… and that ghoul path to the civil […]

gEms In The MEga ROugH: I am vaguely fearful of becoming a good corporate citizen,

May 15, 2021

I I I I I I I I I…too many sentences and conversations are leading and revolving around this. Time to report from the WIthout. ANd sharing these obscure offerings from the shadows of a realm which has become all topsoil mong, feels like a good deed. Sess is perhaps the most hidden in history […]

I am drawn towards fairytales, moonlight, the ocean and primal filth…

May 13, 2021

I am drawn towards fairytales, moonlight, the ocean and primal filth… raw rugged feral honest as the forest… I was chatting to a beloved brother of late. It nourishes the TRIBE so deeply knitted in the brow of my old soul, to simply hear his voice, see his face, and find it all connecting to […]

UK 90s – a period where every time I blinked, and reopened my eyes, I could find something new and primal and wild.

May 7, 2021

The 90s in the UK was the most amazing time to be feeling more alive everyday. As I have grown so much more long in the fang, and delved into history, I have focused more on the random luck that whilst my nurture missed the 60s and 70s, I was hugely immersed in the final […]

Below Your Topsoil…

April 30, 2021

Below your topsoil, below the superficial, below the fuckbook ‘likes’ tapped auto-fill to be polite or vapid following the script, when a friend posts something…. beyond the talk of footy or comparable nods to the latest narrative we are told to speak about, by twitter or insta or the ‘news’ we find when simply turning […]

sent pieces of my broken heart as postcards to strangers…

April 27, 2021

‘followed my heart, it never stopped igniting… sent pieces of my broken heart as postcards to strangers…’ Prolyphic is one of those lost in the storm rabid and climbing the tower of Babel modern discourse, who when reminded of, when his voice and poetry and honesty and heart and soul all combine to flow… I […]

spinning the compass…

April 20, 2021

Receiving ugly reflections, in cracked mirrors of CORPORATE overlay they are me…I make nor seek any excuse, that is me…. and I Cannot contest the ‘informal’ addition to my rap-sheet of ‘objectively inappropriate’… I am drawn too easily, weakly, into puerile adversarial combat with words alone from afar, and despise myself quickly for it, as […]

I can’t stand it…

April 20, 2021

  I am closer to sucking the teet of the lower levels of the SYSTEM I FUCKING DESPISE, finding gold added to my pockets for competing ‘mandatory learning’. with such challenging questions as ‘should you report a kiddie fiddler to the police?’ when i am staring at the screen wondering when will appear the option […]