Ring the doorbell to make sure nobody’s home, before fixing your eyes on the rubbish bag, and arranging the white stones. While you work, repeat the mantra: Stone by stone, white on black, bricolage the visage of the guerrilla in the orange sack.
And if you’ve done your work well, when the homeowner’s return, they’ll find what they’ve binned, cloned: their garden path Che-shale-ified… stoned.
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