Redman, Carver, Coobe & Thorne
Never were they humanoid, always in monsterform.
| Welcome to MeatWorld. We're a bunch of diminutive but well directed Kurdish refugees looking in vain for one woman to share amongst us. Working from a converted pigeon loft in the city's "asbestos belt", the MeatWorld collective goes hell for leather to produce what you see before you now. | MeatWorld is
updated day by day using sterile breeder-rats,
and after fifteen commendations each rodent is
rehomed in an idyllic urban "gull-pit". So
bookmark this site, and give a rat a warm
feeling in his deceptively small brain. Once you're fed up with MeatWorld we urge you to feed upon our favourite sites on the net. |
 First of all we offer you, our avid
reader, the unfathomable Octopod - where
the flame of true love cannot be quenched - even
in the deep, where the fishes go. |
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Alistair Carver faithfully retells the incredible war-time tales of his bathchair-bound great uncle Carver (on his mother's side). The smell is of geriatric joose, but the man is quintessentially Carver. |
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In the cardiac wing of the Infirmary, Dr. West struggles with all the uncertainties of the mind and body. A serial. |  | |
A mouth watering taster of Natalie Coobe's never-birthed historical epic Bader 3000  |
Team Raffe, schooled in South Central's Crenshaw High, have taken possession of what they are calling the Clubhouse Gallery. Members only! |
In a sentimental mood. Alistair Carver's Love Story in Pictures. |
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As a friend and
companion, the simple canine is unsurpassed, but
are you giving him the proper care and
attention? Perhaps we could all benefit from
the sound counsel of... |
You think you got
problem, think again! The screwball story of a
Neolithic barbarian dropped into twentieth
century Beverly Hills with amusing consequences
- including sexual misadventure! Alistair Carver
avoids this take on the noble-savage motif, and
opts instead for an illustrated tale of the
Rhodesian Man |
| "Now we go in somet'in' of a new
direction. Taking somet'in' of a different
approach." Moses Redman constructs a post-apocalyptic dystopian future-scape where the noble cow beast stands proudly atop the pyramid of life, grinding in her teeth the Red Flesh, her calf snapping at the bloated udder. The waiting is over. MeatWorld is here. |  |
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I think you know too much. A lesson in morality from a man with nothing to hide, in The Gravity of His Situation... | ||
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| Lastly, pause for thought as you peer into Natalie Coobes' "Conch"... |  | |
 | In the real world, MeatWorld can be contacted right here:
64(7) Broughton St. Edinburgh EH1 3SA UK email: darri@rocketmail.com All
work on this site is copyright to their
respective authors. Jan 1999
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