As the ether clears to blue skies, I sit and wonder.... what is this place?is it a good place?Home thats all I know!2 rocks sit in my hands, their texture interest me, I smash them against the tarmac'd floor to see what will happen... a voice calls clear from the ether. What do you think your doing young man!What's it look like!don't take that tone with me, who do you think you are?I'll tell you who I fucking am, Mark Charles FUCKING Phelan thats who!
Part time Painter, writer, actor, director, pub singer and of course piss artist.
