ear wash lights on the rolling white road at night, the deer stalking eyes up the flash past of red car blackness. white water seafront eats your soul if you fish in a lake of sea fish catfish snakes, catfight with fingers and opposable toes all going to good use, when you are graham you can, but it is not what you might wish despite chinese crackers and sticky dough balls round your mouth all dirty rolling on the wooden floor, everything and everyone with the cat