I creep out of the murky fog. Caked in mud and relishing in the absurdity of it all. Resembling a human. Queer and unfit for purpose.

I am a pest, encased in robes of another’s skin. A pest that evolves and contorts my shell, flux and porous.

Collaging ethereal and historical sentiments with non human futurisms. Embracing humour and the ridiculous. Creating scene, a disrespectful spectacle.

Accursed and disastrous theatre that collapsed in on itself. Revealing the sellotape and hot glue holding it all together.

Frolic with me.