Clean out Your Dead, We Have a Planet to Save.

‘Slap my corpse if you want; mutilate it if you will. It matters not to me — I’m dead, I’m not using it anymore.’ The Spectre of Jimmy Savile, 2020. Cemeteries bring me peace. I think this is because, like every other member of my generation, I long for the Eternal Sleep. The dead haveContinue reading “Clean out Your Dead, We Have a Planet to Save.”