Next Month

New one out next month.

Shit gets trippy.

Details to follow.

They cruised the innards of a darkened council block. Smashed windows with soiled net curtains. Twisting, rusted fire escapes, clinging precariously to the tower blocks’ cracked concrete skin.

The buildings appeared abandoned. No lights shone through the windows. No cars rumbled through the side streets. No hint of life, except the overwhelming feeling of being watched, of a hundred cold, peering eyes following them as they slithered along the backstreets and between the vacant high-rises.

It was London, but it was not London.

On other news, things are wonderful here in Sydney.

As you were.




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