Ashes to kitty

Lampstands, spark plugs, and watercress. Available now at discount prices. Prices so low even your mother could love them. Love so pure that even your cat will be unable to help itself and will suddenly turn feral. Like a spinach powered cartoon characterization of a small nutria packed into a lorry bound for Bristol. That is the kind of low low prices we've come to expect. The kind which loop you round and leave you spinning inside the walled garden of gethsemane. Places where places have prices and prices have value so low that low couldn't go no lower. Insanity truth be told. Told you, the truth, behold. Crash course in kiteens and mcmansions. Self-styled tartars morphed from the steppes onto the school bus step of life, let out right outside your door. Ready to learn. To observe. To run rampant through your cupboards until bare they stand, open and exposed to the world. Somebody took my urn. Sold it on e-bay no doubt, under retail, no less.