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For fuck's sake with the leaf blowers!?

by @sansara-justinovich

Yes, mechanical leaf mover, create the shrillest sounds known to man. See if it doesn't just slowly make the world a shittier place by taking away the joy of crunchy leafs, which gradually become moist, squishy leafs, then, after a long period, emerging from a snow covering thaw and lie there, fully exposed, recumbent, depriving the dormant seed of grass its sunlight, preventing grass, freeing up water for infrastructure needs more urgent and rational than supporting the most boring of decorative plants encompassing our lives. I guess what I'm saying is that, not only are your sounds annoying, they're just another of the short-sighted endeavors our present society insists on. You are the "circumcision-for-hygiene-purposes" of our urban planning. Fuck you, leaf blower. Fuck you and the excruciating environmental ignorance you represent. I SAID FUCK YOU, LEAF BLOWER, YET YOU PERSIST! You need to let that leafy-foreskin grow, covering the shaft of ground. Rid it of the pleasure-impeding growth of grass! Let the earth cry out for the sensation of tiny points of pressure moving delicately along its surface. Let the ground erupt with wild flowers, or at the very least, the trampled exuberance of plodded soil and the desperate levels of human debris that would collect upon it. Or are you trying to hide our wastefulness from us by removing something which is nothing, a nothing, invisible barrier? You've already succeeded in giving my apartment complex the ambience of an industrial production complex which I suppose it always was. Maybe your attempt at concealment has been a revelation. Or maybe I just can't think straight, because there's been a god-damn leaf blower circling below my window all morning and now a heavy, riding lawn mower is coming to cut the grass that hasn't grown since September but has been watered every day even though it froze last night and it's almost November.
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Oct 26, 2012
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