these two guys and a dog were chatting on the tram on the way home. How pleasant I thought. They weren't noisy, nasty, showy or anything else, just sitting chatting and the dog listening. Until the thieving of my work began, I used to draw everything I saw which caught my interest, and write poems from anything I heard or saw, specialising in small A4 paintings.. but since the great thefts, now some 3 and half thousand paintings and sketches, several thousand poems and stories, I really can't see the point anymore. I continued but even when I hide them behind cupboards, in the loft, the lab st barths human Research sends thieves in to steal them. Our house is on their scanner day and night /modern technology/ and they use the work to give their children and illegitimate children status, they copy them and send them off for adverts../ 4 lab men have some 20-25 illegitimate children each which they have brought into the lab., besides families, cousins, sex buddies etc./