It's a simple idea, really - our mission is to take the rocks adorning the fake gardens throughout suburban America, stuck like headstones in the center of a bed of flowers intended to commemorate nothing, exactly. Or maybe there as an ironic grave to wilderness and nature. In any case, these rocks have sat too long in the incongruitous surroundings that track homes produce, in the shadow of recently refurbished Volvos and Saabs. We're going to return the rocks to whence they came - the quarry, the volcanoes, wherever they are from. In the case of artificially produced rocks (industrial diamonds and the like), we will allow them to return to the place of their closest relatives. We want no rock left behind.
I am currently taking applications for: Director of finance, transportation specialist, and volunteers for field work. If you would like to apply, please send the following information to my school address:
Favorite sedimentary rock:
Names of pet rocks you have had:
Would you be willing to smuggle rocks across the border... in your digestive tract?
If you fail to apply to this worthy cause, just remember: first, they came for the rocks, and you said nothing.
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