dearest_darling_farmfish_the_only sab sab can never find an email address when she wants one... my garden has passed into the past, my only growing things now are at the back of the frigde and the bathroom wall. the black mould is creeping down the walls and the slime between the bath and the walls is growing. but they dont eat much and the effort to clean the life from my walls is too much. the monsters are multipling, but half of them are freindly and the ancient rocks are silent but not lonely. the girls on the wall are settling in, they dont say much but theyre often smiling. the cracks are covered with images, the images are covered in cracks. email me 030621 ... x i wish i could help you replant your garden 030621 ... farmfish the only as the mysterious dig at the x girl desires to replant your garden, lovely sab, i will write to you dove. 030621 what's it to you? who go blather from