dreaming of long-ago
brought on by
strangely surreal howlings
zombi cathod mawr
fume-struck denizens of
bacstreet Grangetown bars
Story update - since last update in November 2010:
Night-sounds echoing through the back streets, making pit-bulls shiver whilst cocking their torn, shredded, ears. Dipping them in fear that chills the blood of a black pudding!
Especially when mixed sweetbreads ‘n' oatmeal and soaked in old, grotesque blood with Penderyn Whisky.
Aged priests wept with ecstasy on their tastebuds - dreaming of long-ago incense-smothered exorcisms brought on by strangely surreal howlings from white fanged Zombi Cathod Mawr. Fume-struck denizens of backstreet Grangetown bars, filled with Inebriated . . .
penitents, their chains