It was forged in the years where punk burst like a boil on the infected hide of Thatcher's Britain and it has spread like an infection for 30 years. Speak to it and it will try to annex your consciousness. It suckled at the teat of Nancy Spungen and all the dead memes it digested are proliferating like a viral load in a bloodstream that is intent on escaping the vein. Haemoglobin thick as molasses is moving towards you in a tide swimming with information that pretends to be poetry and prose but is secretly encrypted recipes for Armageddon. Embrace the disease. Reading inoculates you against the coming plague. Warning: it is prolific!
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