Author: Tom Phelan Archives: 11/2025

Essential.

“What fucking planet were we on?”

“Bunch of fucking cunts”.

“…now it’s gettin’ late”.

Who went out tiger hunting with his gun?

“When I feel unmotivated, I put that film on to bring me back to my roots”.

Fair play.

“…I think that our styles are kind of complementary”.

“It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe…”

“…Insecure men unveiling a spectral curtain that conjures a caustically romantic realm with grubby, dishevelled beauty”.

“…bristles with stale, discoloured essentiality”.

What could have been?