mrgiles

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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

The Town 9 - A rubbish fable

A rubbish fable.

When it started out,
the pile of rubbish
wasn’t even really
a pile of rubbish
It was just a few odds & ends of shit
that people happened to drop
when they were on the way to work or a movie
You couldn’t really even notice it at first.

It grew though.

When somebody chucked an old iron bed there
things were really getting along well.

Kids started playing games on this
fantastic heap of shit
you could build all kinds of castles
mountains
international space stations
and fun crap like that.
A colony of flea-bitten cats moved in
in harmony with the mice already there
which they sometimes ate.

it became kinda like a fantastic city
full of all kinds of amazing shit
if you didn’t think of it as a pile of rubbish
it was kind of beautiful in its way
a beautiful way of fucking up a place.

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