The Cockroach terrorist breeds in Dirty Places
I am more familiar with bombs than I am with the PC on which I
struggle to write this piece.
I have walked the path of mangled bodies and burning flesh once, l
long ago, and I am reluctant to walk it again. But as I write this, I
realise I have no choice. I must walk that path once more to cleanse
myself of a cancerous guilt and lay a wreath for a dear friend. (more…)