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As naked as the day they were ejected from the Penrith Tea Rooms, my wolves sit down in front of their computers, and after taking two more laps from their coffee bowl and a final drag on a severely bummed Woodbine, they prepare for the weak affects of their legal drugs to be over shadowed by the intensity of my presence. As I gently and respectfully whisper into their ears “Channel my thoughts, Bitch!” their eyes glaze over like the gape of a dying cat and their arms begin to jerk and spasm while their fingers dance across the keys.The resulting text has been assembled here for your viewing pleasure.

Blogs

Life Rider No:

#28-03-10a (The Brown Mile) P Coltrane

 

Scripts

SUE RYDER REVOLT P Coltrane

EVEN PSYCHOS DO LAUNDRY P Coltrane

BREAKFAST IN DEAD P Coltrane

DIGBY DANACO VS A LION P Coltrane

DENIAL P Coltrane

MONSTER PROPERTIES P Coltrane

REINHARDT ATTENBAUM (PART I) D B Cooper

BARRY THE SCIENTIST D B Cooper

STRAIGHT UP NEWS III D B Cooper

 

Reviews

Entertainment Reviews P Coltrane

Correspondence

DEAR JOAN D B Cooper

LETTERS TO JIMMY SAVILL P Coltrane

RESIGNATION LETTERS P Coltrane

 

 

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