an automated pipe that sprinkles spikes on that road every single morning. and through-out the day every time the church bell rings. so that the dead scum void has something to do handling accidents (ohmuhgawd, the cop cars, the paper work, the theatrics – it’s a whole bunch of opportunity to be “busy” (yet nothing) on that stage). eventually it will sink in (it’s psychology) that the road isn’t safe (spike sprinkles), apart from the fact that there’s nothing in either direction, and nobody’s really driving anywhere to begin with, and the “traffic” will cease.

fuck you. you quasi-retarded fuck void nobody nothing