i'm looking for a neighbour... you mean that when your neighbour kills a pet cat, i don't have the right to hack off a piece of a grave, with shovel and moonlight dig a hole in the ground and bury the cute furry crit? i'll try smiling next time i buy oranges from you... and because today is a special day: for no apparent reason - i decided to loiter in bed listening to the only arithmetic i've learned to appreciate - first came the crow - then came the magpie - the sparrows too - i've seen a kestrel perched on my garden fance, once, upon a time, and i've seen robin perched... black-bird with the jittering brush stroke of a tail... seaguls? yep... 30 miles inland.... the grave? i just hacked a piece off... i liked that cat: Oscar Darshan... i remember walking through the suburban labyrinth of streets with a croquet holder with a gravestone, wrapped in a black bin bag... did i ever mind you to concern yourself: wet tarmac in then night is a most appealing sight... frozen tarmac is just akin to a paparazzi epilepsy... all glitter: no diamond... i see the horror when i don't hear the music... play me the Handel messiah opening and i could prim a cow for a stake's worth... mind you: seems a waste not ingesting the internal organs as coulinary specialities... poultry hearts, yum... in the "gulag" broth?! do i really have to remind you of your mother's name?! - and my neighbour said that my pet peeve known as Oscar died of a kidney failure... see... problem is... i had a psychotic foresight that stated: you have to go back home and tend to your cat... i was a Columbus by then... laughed at... but the problem is: the cat actually died... i live among a people i'd rather **** than drink tea with... and when i did my poppy impression? i sliced off a cross, all the 50kg worth of it and walked it to the podium, laid it flat and said: my duly respects - lays the **** thing before you, uttering the words: that i don't want a shadow to tarnish it... with either geometry or orbit! i like the concept of a cemetary: what was once flesh, became ash, and with the addition of water: became cement. you really can see U.V. in this world: just stare at a sun for too long... you'll see it vibrating, mingling the colours (and lack of) between a sheen, a purple, a mirror, a pulverising blotch - and all the other **** that would require a pay-for-what-you-write deal.