land is money and it don't matter who sits on it

what to title this...

sometimes humanity lacks a soul

land is money and it don't matter who sits on it (because eventually they are going to knock down your home and kick your ass to the curb)

developers are fuckers

i don't want to stare at another pile of rubbish (rubbish being the crap build that's flooding our city)

my house is going to become a pile of rubbish

this happy house won't stand for your bullshit antics

what does all this mean? today i opened the door to a man in a florescent orange vest posed as a city employee. said he wanted to take photos of our house and property for the upcoming project. i'm thinking, does he really need that flashy vest to take a couple of photos. me, being an inquisitive one, asked about the project. he stutters, says, "well, i think i got the right place. it's going to be about 80 feet. starts next door". right away i am like, shit. our landlord owns the neighbor's property too. but then i push this thought off and think, perhaps they are building something radical and cool between the two houses. perhaps a skinny atrium that will be filled with beautiful plants and butterflys. or a slip-n-slide play gym for all the little local hoodlums to pass the hot summer days in. maybe a high-tech (old school) telephone between the two houses. i say, "i don't know anything about a project". he pulls out the dreaded paperwork with my most feared image...an image of what appears to be a tiny commune, but not the good kind. the crap commune were green landscape is no longer, rather replaced with concrete and a bunch of square cubicles they like to push as liveable space. i call it RUBBISH. and all to make a mighty buck. so i say to this man who is seeming a little timid, "so they are tearing our home down?" he whispers, "i'm trying to keep this low key". low key. from who? because i'm thinking if you're trying to keep this low key perhaps that should have been from me...the person who just found out some crap developer by the name of SEASIDE DEVELOPMENT is wanting to tear my love commune down. well i won't stand for this. no way. so you can take your tiny orange wearing vest ass off my stoop and forget about it.