« on: May 27, 2013, 12:43:40 pm »
It sends my 911 truthers to growl down. It sends aspies to the medieval club so I have perspective on how bent I was once. It sends me muggers to scare the pance off of every so often, or to collect my life when my time is done. It has placed me amongst my people, who do not wince but ENCOURAGE as we plan a cuttlefish abortion cultist stage show.
I am exactly when I need to be. Even if I leave, I won't. This shit, which I live for, will stalk me until I am gone.
That said, this place is selling itself off. The city can't see the importance of it's own infrastructure, you see. It is stymied by budgets, drained by their own BS, and shouted down by the NIMBY hordes when they try to put in more. OH yes, there are those most special filth too, the "Concered". So the city did the only thing it could, it began selling itself.
Imagine a blushing - faced innocent; forced by the harsh world to the street-corner. No deeds are bought and scuttled off to be done in provate though, the bashful neophyte brandishes a knife, and publicly hacks off random portions when a john shows up with money. Dripping gore, still displaying the flensing tool, it turns back to the street and asks "WHO'S NEXT?" Social improvement by ling-chi?
A school, whose name is the color of shit, owns many street on college hill now. A local businessman, brusque and professional but a good guy actually, owns his corner, and paves the roads himself in the city's stead. The naysayers, the NIMBY, and the "concered" are told to fuck off. It's not their property, after all.
For the moment, it works. It would NEVER go bad, would it?