The Junkyard aka: The Compound

This is what lives behind the "shack".  I can imagine what poisons have already leaked into the soil and contaminated the ground!

Although it's fenced, it can't possibly be legal in a residential area, can it?  Of course, if I were to complain, a) would anything be done and b) I would probably have to identify myself.

I can't imagine the view from the woman's house behind this as she looks out her living room window?!  Ack...

All I see out of the cracked kitchen window is a fence and a peek at the ladies house behind the "junkyard".  Mind you, I'm not very tall, so I think Fab would have a better view.

BTW, if anyone sees something they think they might need, let me know.  Then again, for him to sell stuff, it only encourages more buying and selling and trading.  He's currently at 3 cars, 2 full size pick-ups, 2 cars (parts) to make one whole Lotus and a multitude of motorcycles and scooters/mopeds.  These are located between his property and the entry into said "yunkyard".  HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! :)

My Inner Hell

All I can say is no No NO!

My head feels like it will explode

The pain is overwhelming

both physical and emotional.

I have to get out of here,

I'm losing myself, my being.

I am not a conformist!

Take me as I am, this is it.

It's hard to see

the flowing tears, they compete

with the pounding head.

I was doing so well

and starting to smile again.

To feel a little optimism

allow myself some hope.

But another reality

almost not of this world

Decided to impose

their warped out look on to me.

Only to collapse my

fragile stick walls

While I lay broken

on the floor.

I will decide

if I can rebuild.

If I do,

I shall use stone

and set out

the dogs to protect

my fragile heart.

....argosy....