two things, or the number might grow in the telling, tails or tales grow with age. strange thing this google is, seeps a bit further into our private lives then i would like to care why it opens up in hungarian rather than english, don't remember changing the settings....puzzling, as usual

work moves around slowly, dust settles on the long wide calm road winding through the plains the snail has left his back-hoarded shack in the only shade and has got stuck, glued to the dust, eyes-on-stalks reach out, plaintive wails of passing away, the dried out husk, home for ants foraging in this mire of glum red earth

got nothing to do once again, guest stuck in amstersmokingdam