Catherine Wheel

What makes a tortured brain walk in the morning rain, and when the buses come, roar and roam, we'd rather sat here and stay home alone. Tatoo frenzy gotta attract the eye of the gonzo paparazzo, starting on level zero and looking for the clouds above ready to whine again. People in line, waiting for a slice of pigeon pie, mourning their long gone dreams while bicycles cry on their way to work. Poems, everybody! And caviar on the ground, wings on bricks and red frog skulls. Slang on the sly, slovenliness, delightful pains as puns, and our list would go on and on till it caresses the yellow skies. Cat McNeil doesn't know what rubbish means or tastes like, and delivers some raunchy marvels again, into the bargain, for Zoo Magazine photographed by Bryan Adams.