I fucking loved colouring in as a kid. I mean, I really fucking loved it. Me and my felt tip pens and a humongous slab of of a book filled with terrible paper and badly inked elephants and clowns and all that happy shit. I'd sit quietly for hours at a time, painstakingly colouring in,… Continue reading The Occult Colouring Book
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 