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My Poetic Terrorism...

I've always liked old buildings, old bricks, wooden barns...always seems nice and old fashioned, and its so hard to find something like that in these concrete jungles.

So, find some bland, gray, concrete or steel warehouse, or office building, and transform as much as you can into an old piece of Americana. Spray on some old crumbling brinks, turn a side into some old rotted wood, so that someone passing by will have something more to look at than the simple, drab concrete of modernity. Show the people that there can be more to modernity than simplicity and grayness, and remind them of the older, nicer things in life.

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Andy Cox:

Nice idea. The building could then also house a TAZ or Pirate Utopia!

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