Category: Musings of a dissolute fox

I cannot listen to Lif without feeling him. the hopes I have with every collision with all creatures great and small, whether winged or buzzing or…

I am eager in animal howl long kept rightfully restrained in the shadows, as I persist amongst the humans…to unshackle fangs and devour ALL WORDS ,but…

  Mr Lif is obscure. I have met nobody who knows of him, and yet he has long proven for me…a man of wicked flow, a…

Biggie was so amazing that even the lame chums who dance on his shadow and echo still manage to sound wicked. NAs was a little more…

I dont understand the words. Yet I don’t need to understand the words. He has that magical happening of pouring his heart and soul into the…

All this thinking, thinking, thinking… leads to an anxiety crystalised as what others call depression, but I know as… the logical outcome of living anywhere near…

I miss the 90s. England. Moving into my teens. running as the fox with the wild urban wolves mega social upheaval. perhaps the 60s and 70s…

Its worrying that I find myself relating to some of these lines of Mcenroe from many moons ago which I am aware millions more can feel…

ALl is AfLuTTer… Our society is under attack, its subtle hidden in the megaphone VIRUS warning, all part of the Great Reset, which at the World…

NINE is wicked, rabid and raw. With classy production…a rare find in the mega rough, from a not yet lost past of our PROGRESS…or whatever people…