A WARNING FROM THE MEEK

A WARNING FROM THE MEEK Sharpen your Tomahawks; lace up your boots and turn on your war machines. A hurricane of spleen and bone is coming, with tortured souls of fury at the head. You’ve built faulty systems to repair your faulty systems; nothing you’ve conceived ever manifested into anything before it turned to dust …

ARM YOURSELF

Arm yourself with the knowledge to bring down your government; to bring back those lovers you didn’t think you would need during times such as these, to make electricity from spoiled fruit and how to follow my steps in the muck Arm yourself with criminal law; Voodoo, and all the spells left over for us. …