PostHuman

Evening all,

i am struggling with internet access at the moment, the server is running at the pace of a disabled snail trying to crawl over a copper and salt encrusted road, liberally sprinkled with speckles of glass, whilst trying to carry a overladen elephant on a roof rack...

so i shall catch up with you at odd times of the day and the night when the gods and little people who live in the electronic ether allow me to.

speak to you all soon,

night all

marilyn manson