went up the bush down the track thats posted as no vehicular access to cut spars and along the way in the same spot where i saw the black cat i saw a big black tiger snake and i was wondering if they are friends like i am friends with the neets here while i walked back with a load of spars on my shoulder after cutting the shit out of this fall down the way a bit but not too far that i couldnt carry out some of the bigger logs to burn or work remembering that vehicular access is illegal not that it would stop the cunt up the road who ring barked two trees in the fallow ground of the neighbourhood so i hope he doesnt find out and bash his ute there where i left the logs behind all tired and hungry enough to stop and pick a couple of handfuls of blackberrys which were ripe and sweet like the cool evening breeze coming from the misty hills and eerie like the creaking sound the spars made with my steps home burping blackberry and puffing uphill in the clean air and quiet loneliness my aching soon to be soothed by a hot bath and my energy debt recompensed by lentils and chippos in the turbo oven for dinner and the end of this spike lee moofie