Post by timorel on Oct 19, 2009 15:09:38 GMT 1
I built last night a shrine to the train yard that is sitting right next to me at this very minute. I wrote LOVE in big letters into its wall of mesh and steel. I wrote that word of power in rags torn from the undergarments of elderlies... possibly rags that contain the last DNA remnants of entire genetic lineages. Hoping that by writing this word i would erase all the skeetches in time caused by the shock of being woken at 4.30 am on a Monday by train horns being tested in thirds.
As random iNtErNeT surfers are my witness PLEASE TURN THE TRAIN YARD INTO A PARK!!! a park for children to play in, with birds and frogs and native trees and shrubbery. A place for rain to fall on leaves, a place for wildlife to breed and repopulate. PLEASE!
As random iNtErNeT surfers are my witness PLEASE TURN THE TRAIN YARD INTO A PARK!!! a park for children to play in, with birds and frogs and native trees and shrubbery. A place for rain to fall on leaves, a place for wildlife to breed and repopulate. PLEASE!
