Abbott Mawsley
Abbott Mawsley is perched upon his forklift, scrawling errant thoughts on folded paper, watching the night through the open bay doors as the clatter of mill noise fills the stale air. He's there, but not there - he's lost in a world of noir absurdsm, antic chaos and introverted energy exploding outwards.
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