laura just called. she's down there in the garden. she says she's got the bunny, in a creepy whisper. i spose i should go down for a mo. i just watched after the storm, so good, i kinda wanna stay in that place, in my boxer shorts, in bed, maybe watch another moodie. she's just gonna be drinky crow with ann i know. i'll tell you.

when i got down there was no one there, not even a bunny, the garden was quiet as a graveyard. 

 so i wandered around taking pictures for a minute, and then i heard the side gate squeak.

and i caught up with them. the message about the bunny was the second bunny message i got today, the first was from sara this morning, and laura was making cryptic light, but people are upset about the bunny killers in the garden. this is old news, but of course it's new news every time a bunny appears only to be killed again. well, we talked about the roundup too, which isn't real roundup, but i bet if it says roundup on the can it probably kills as good as a bunny killer by another more generic name. anyway we can't control the killers in the communal garden, and we can't control the bad handling of the communal park, and we can't prevent criminal ex precedents or current from stealing the nature sanctuary for for their own private demesne, and we will have to pay for the motherfuckers crimes and land grabs, and pay until we're all dead, and this society, oh yes, will kill us all one way or another. but i digress, we actually had a very pleasant conversation about artful things more enlightening than bunny killers ex-precedents and the proverbial roundup.

and sorry for the drinky crow comment. that was totally wrong of me.