the company i am whip-lashed to work for, ordo octopia, www.ordooctopia.co.uk, has invested in my talent and gotten me a graphics tablet just like the one i used to press my face into the winter frosted shop window to yearn for while the drool would freeze into ice, sticking my baby soft to the glass pane until the fire service came along and used a great big hammer to free me, now with my angel features pierced and spiked with shards nobody will kiss me and so as a direct consequence all of my art has gone nasty and dark until i meet someone kinky enough to get into it. a perfect atmospheric check for project: tRust with a capital R trade...