What do a butch glutton in a pub, a lonely megalomaniac cyclops and a manic monster turned neurotic objet d'art have in common?
You guessed it, they are all fragmented metaphors for MY OWN PRIVATE HELL OF SELFHOOD.
Mythopoetic-ish set of cautionary fables about whatever makes sense to you. This is the second edition and it has some extra colour pages.
32-page four-colour Riso zine printed by Out of the Blueprint in Edinburgh.