Cat sat stone-still, red eyes glowin over flood-grave muck. Smoke blowin, sky all gut. They shuffle in again... spire grindin.
Flamingos, three. Pink, daft, wrong. Peckin at summat floatin.
Cat don’t move. Knows. Always did.

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New piece: The Brass Church – "Assembly at the Crooked Chapel" - An uneasy glimpse into hidden worship in the bogside mire. Red lights. Wire-drag. Flamingos. Something floating.No hymns here... You weren't meant to see it. But you did.

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