Mine own private mesozoic dreaming interrupt – no, I didn’t hear about my extinction but it’s nice to get the news that you’re a living fossil. That takes the chill out of weekends. Thanks, Captain Science. But sing to me not of being lonely, it’s tough when even Darwin (pegacorn-killer) passes you by, me and my abyssal cave – even when fins hint at legs – your brief earth, indolent and sensual first: My scattered sea-floor ocean full of young’uns lost Pangaea and shipwrecks. Keep your broken robots and soupy dreams, like me, split – and please, keep it short.