Daphne oh Daphne The bees were asleepWhen your flowers came into bloom Daphne sweet Daphne Your brought me purple When the winter fell into gloom 

In the weight of the dark  Unseen hounds bark Boots a heavy thunder  Streets torn asunder  Beating on the night  Alleys with no light  Eyeballs record  Pig Dogs getting bored    Rough grasping hands Round the tender glands  Felt from head to heel Out comes the steel Claws around the wrist  He didn't...

To be English  Is to be  An immigrant    To be an immigrant  Is to be Human   We are all Immigrants  Descendants  Of Africa     

Ship log, Alpha Centauries 3943 We have been on the run for seven cycles. The tracker ray is for life, it won’t wear off. We have out manoeuvred our pursuers, but every second I feel them draw near. Onue has found...