The snare of spiders the size of golf balls,
An outfit of vagrant cats with a penchant to make things crash in the night,
Floors and ceilings which scowl at our every movement, ever threatening collapse,
Piercing winds and frigid temperatures; We have triumphed.
The men in suits now send steel colossi to destroy what we have built.
They say you can't fight city hall -
We've just found that our property is on the newest bulldozer map. What's more - the city recognizes someone other than us as the property owner. Why this is and what it means is still unclear. Hopefully it can be chalked up to a simple filing error. We go to city hall today.