Tilda Moose's Typography

Certainly looking forward to finishing some music off for my partner's belly dance group shortly.

Feeling bloody awful at the state of the world, while inequality yawns its widest, and shit-eating inferiors run roughshod over carefully established laws and rights.

The feeling that I must do something about this, does not leave me. It's rather hard to know what to do. I am hopeful for the voices I notice around me these days.

If cancer or a rogue bus doesn't get me first, I shall aim to continue in my pursuit of art and science, unhindered by the modern slavery problem of finding the rent money while I'm not so gainfully employed.

TEAR THIS KILLING MACHINE TO FUCKING PIECES WE COULD BE GODS BUT SOME OF US ARE STILL RATS