Three Poems by Howard Slater
SPIKES IN TONGUES Now we must pick over the pile of shit and each seek a piece of tongue, a
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Read moreRight on time for the Radical Bookfair we re-publish Datacide Nine from 2006! The new edition contains all original texts,
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