sam harvard was telling me about a dogwalker who made fifty bones a walk. then he said well he was a trainer too, he used a tazer. i said he was a criminal sam, and an idiot if true. why use violence and fear to make them obey, when they will do it gladly for love. shame, shame, shame.

but look here, fen, i really meant to elevate you, to put you on a pedestal, to look you in the eye. the planter was just a proximate thing. though now i think of mandrake root, a ghost of my eddycation.

propagating fen.