So unlike us. Knight and Alien
Aren't they.
They shell nor hear your screams and bagging for mercy... nor our passing and moaning.
So, they have to take their Streets and hold them by taking on these British foregardens by turning them into foregardens.
The trash in a sealed cupboard durable for the outside, some flowers in pots big and small and maybe even a bench or French Brasserie table'n'chairs having the neighbours say Hello.
Not every day or every day. In sun or and rain.
But certainly on good neighbour days.
While we continue what we do, Warrior. Right?
They live and let live, we kill and get killed in WW4, The Underground Gangwars, coming ever closer in our desired Kingdom of Hell emperium.
#cyberpunkcoltoure
