Gardening as Rot

The new thing is weeds. Energetic daisy-looking weeds that come straight up, unbowed and fast so you feel like you are miniature and speeded up. Like you are watching the stubble of the ghetto.
– Don’t call it the ghetto! Who are you like? Who are you? I wouldn’t dare! Eating chick peas? What’s a fucking chick pea? Eat some proper chicken, that’s what you wanna do! I would NOT dare!
The other new thing is that instead of wood on your sealed up windows you have this cheese grater metal.
It’s hard to spray paint on it and it stops you from getting inside the old house and doing the things you want to do in there. Like drugs. Like cuddling up with a scabby girl.
But you *can* spray paint on it if you stand there in broad daylight and just plain DO it for long enough. It looks different. Faded and only half there. That can be an effect though.
So why the metal faced, metal eyed house husks now? Does it really keep people out? When bored, if unemployed people want to get in, they eventually will.
Is it reusable?
Carbon neutral?
The weeds are carbon neutral. They are going to let this whole town go genuine jungle. We’ll compost with our corpses. We’ll do our joyrides on okapis and aurochs. Some kids with holes in their earlobes will work overtime making us carbon neutral beer so we keep running.
I walk down the old street and I see these daisy things everywhere. Maybe they are heroin poppies.
Either way it looks like they are a week from taking over and making the houses look like strange interlopers. When I was a kid, people cut their grass. People didn’t let the grass out by the road get full of strange flora.
All the mams and dads were the same age All the dads looked like Steve Marriot. They all got themselves pregnant and got relocated at about the same time. They formed a community after a few years of fucking and fighting and fucking while fighting and fighting while fucking, And drinking,
And they would hit each others children and it never got to look like this.
Then again, looking down at the magnificent clustered crystal of this little flower… this only white thing I have ever seen…I think the council used to take care of all this. The zoo keepers.It’s hard to spray paint on it and it stops you from getting inside the old house and doing the things you want to do in there. Like drugs. Like cuddling up with a scabby girl.
But you *can* spray paint on it if you stand there in broad daylight and just plain DO it for long enough. It looks different. Faded and only half there. That can be an effect though.
So why the metal faced, metal eyed house husks now? Does it really keep people out? When bored, if unemployed people want to get in, they eventually will.
Is it reusable?
Carbon neutral?
The weeds are carbon neutral. They are going to let this whole town go genuine jungle. We’ll compost with our corpses. We’ll do our joyrides on okapis and aurochs. Some kids with holes in their earlobes will work overtime making us carbon neutral beer so we keep running.
I walk down the old street and I see these daisy things everywhere. Maybe they are heroin poppies.
Either way it looks like they are a week from taking over and making the houses look like strange interlopers. When I was a kid, people cut their grass. People didn’t let the grass out by the road get full of strange flora.
All the mams and dads were the same age All the dads looked like Steve Marriot. They all got themselves pregnant and got relocated at about the same time. They formed a community after a few years of fucking and fighting and fucking while fighting and fighting while fucking, And drinking,
And they would hit each others children and it never got to look like this.
Then again, looking down at the magnificent clustered crystal of this little flower… this only white thing I have ever seen…I think the council used to take care of all this. The zoo keepers.

~ by yearzerowriters on July 14, 2011.

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