a scavenger scavenges with impunity
and from the pub to afternoon tea, where scones are left unguarded and unbuttered..
when the sandwiches are tiny, my criminality reaches inverse proportions. lock up your saucers.
now however, i must transform into an essay butterfly. with papery wings i shall paperily wing it. there are three days and seven thousand words and one man. do not be dismayed when i say peril lurks submarine..