David Bircumshaw
				He tried to hold himself together but all the pieces fell apart like rough plaster and then an emptiness occured, as wide as the parsecs between here and Sirius 'A', 'B' , what the fuck, whichever, what do I care, and then the gap widened, life, what did was were that of it, must have had one somewhere, but it all falls into the fog, and whatever sense he once had deteriorates like his teeth, and pray he does for restitution, when and if-ever that might occur.