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The worms crawl in
The worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle
On your snout.

I was in the arboretum back home with my mom on Monday and coming back to the car I notice something was missing, in that odd way that you know that something isn't right but have no clue what.

After searching for a bit, I noticed one of the pear trees was cut down. My pear tree. The one with a plaque saying it was planted just a few days after my birthday, the one that I used to hug every time I went to the arboretum. I stared at the stump for a few seconds, then sat down on it and cried.

I know it was diseased and probably needed taking down before it infected anything else, but still...it was my tree. It just doesn't seem fair that the tree should die before I did.

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*hugs tight* Oh, Seiber, I'm sorry. That's so awful. :(

*hugs you* *and your icon* Mom knew it was cut down, but she said it wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to tell me in an email. I think she was right.

*nodnods* Yeah, that does seem a bit harsh to tell someone over the wires. I can understand that.

But still. *HUGS*

Far too damn harsh. *more sniffle* Makes one think about mortality and all that.

Yeah. They cut down my forest, for logging reasons, like, two years after we left BC. ALl those ferns and stuff, gone. It's never fair when trees die.

Did that to the patch of bushes near the church where I used to go for blackberries. Half of it's dirt-covered parking lot fodder, plus the little marshy bit with the cattails.

God, I hate construction.

I hate it, too, but on the other hand I love books and paper, so I spend a lot of tiem feeling guilty.

Yay paperless internets.

YAY. IT IS PRETTY WITH THE LACK OF PAPERDOESCOFFEEWEAROFFATSOMEPOINTTHINKIMGLADIWASNTDRINKINGINSTEAD...

Oh my. *hides*

Don't. Pulp wood, the stuff that's used for paper, is farmed. They have huge tree farms (aka "pine plantations") down in the south where they grow slash pine for papermaking. It's a fast growing tree--I think about 10-15 years to harvest.

So, they're not chopping down old-growth wild forest for you to have paper. They're harvesting a field that they planted a few years back.

Oh. Well, what did they to my forest then? Firewood?

It was about a hundred years old and grew up over an old logging rail. You could still see rusted old ironworks sticking out in places.

Lumber, probably.

Ohhh, sad!

We used to have a giant hackberry tree just behind our garage . . . 121 feet tall, they said, having measured it after they cut it down. The insurance company complained about it, saying it was a big risk in storms and there was I think something about them refusing to cover our garage for storm damage because of it. So one day my mom came up to school and brought us home over lunch---to watch them take it down. They were already partially done, and I sat in the window and cried. Not only that, but it was way in the back of our yard, and to get at it they cut down another tree I liked, with a crotch that was perfect for sitting and reading in! It was already cut off at ground level and there was a truck parked over it!

I wrote a poem about it, but I don't think I have that anymore.

Oh god. I think I would have chained myself to the tree at that point.

I was like eleven, and shy as all hell---civil disobedience required a lot more courage than I had. It really didn't occur to me; I just sat and watched and cried.

And the leafy parts of the tree were down already anyway, they were removing the first part of the trunk when Mom got back with us.

She said we'd might find it interesting to watch. Interesting. *shudder*

*bawls* Interesting like a funeral.

Interesting like watching a friend being dismembered.

I hate people sometimes.

*hates people too!*

*hug* I'm sorry Seiber.

We used to have an apple tree in our yard that was smallish, but perfect for climbing in. It died and had to get cut down though. I miss it because I can remember my sisters and I playing near it when I was younger.

...I feel emo now.

*hugs more and gives E-cookies*

*munches* *hugs back*

Can't remember losing any trees, but I remember being really pissed off one year when the electric company sprayed heavy herbicides under their wires and right through the berry patch on the hill where I used to live. We never had a good berry crop again as long as I was out there.

On another note, where did you hear that rhyme? It sounds a lot like one I was taught as a sort of nursery rhyme as a kid, only that one was like this:

The worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
In your stomach
and out your mouth

If you see
a herse go by
You will be
the next to die

They'll wrap you up
In a bloody white sheet
And bury you under
six foot deep

Don't you ever laugh
As the hearse goes by
Or you may be
The next to die.

And then it went like you said and various disturbing descriptions of your body rotting.

On a random note, are you still on Sages/Nexus in general? Cause one of mine got ditched on his date and is rather sore over it.

The thread in the warehouse? Was wondering what to do about that. I don't play Rock there, and it just up and froze.

Want to start a new row for after Rock's gone and just assume he left? I don't like assuming things about other people's charas, but I'm not sure how else to unfreeze it.

And I'm sure Plant wants to show off Audrey.

I was wondering about that too; thought you guys had moved on somehow and I'd missed it. I have no idea about what the plot is doing, but perhaps Plant could slip away with Quickstrike and leave the others to do whatever, or is that not kosher by you guys?

How's this work?

Perfect!

> It just doesn't seem fair that the tree should die before I did.

Bittersweet (http://newagelink.livejournal.com/122966.html), having emotions like these. I'd try to see it as a good experience, that 1) you have the opportunity to have a tree as a pet, and that 2) you have the capacity to feel for it. There are those that can do neither; on /b/ at 4chan I ran across a thread saying, "Post the picture that made you emotionless," and people posted photographs of mutilated cats and kittens.

Yeah. Maybe. But it doesn't make it hurt less.

That sucks.

There's a small forest behind my house that's being destroyed, little by little. Either by construction, or the local paintball-playing idiots. I hate it when trees are cut down.
-Hika

What's the paintball got to do with it?

Nothing itself, but they went out, and hacked down all the ssplings to make room for their little shelters and bases, and they put all these really ugly signs up. I wish they'd get out of the woods. :(

Ew.

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