Bin it! Drink and Bin it or take it with you maybe you can piss in it!
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Linol Cut by Bhavika Patel (Fine Art Student at UCCA)
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- He writes poetry, lyrics, and books all published independently either by traditional print making techniques and/or contemporary medias.
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My house is at the start of a terraced street, with an alley way leading onto it, through which the wind doth blow.
Everyday I open my front door to a new selection of rubbish, which I have to pick up and place in my bin. Quite a bit of this wandering waste comes from the wind blowing loose trash out of the overflowing commercial bins from the offices that line the side of my garden. Seems they are a bit lax on their litter security....
My next door neighbour shares this chore, as I let him use my driveway to park his car, so it is off the street. So goes our neighbourly interaction. I don't have a car.
If I did, I'd use it to roost chickens. I like eggs. And chickens will happily eat my kitchen waste. But in London one can't have chickens for fear of disturbing the sleep of those who work......in offices where these workers are too important or too busy to properly pack and secure their bins. Or dispose of their ciggarette butts.
So the wind blows, and the loose litter of londons workers comes to rest against my door, or lay upon my path, the petals of a dying consumer culture, on yet another leg of it's journey from the fast dissapearing forests or the deep underground rocks that hold the ever dwindling oil to the recyling or the land-fill....
When the oil runs out, there'll be no jobs, and I will have chickens!
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