IRON RAIL CLEANING PARTY SAT FEB 20

What is it to be clean? Cleanliness? What is it to cleanliness? What is to clean? What cleanliness?

When you think of the Rail, does your nose twitch? Do the hairs inside your nostrils curl as if burnt? Do you, upon thinking of the Rail, perform an adorable bunny-rabbit-esque maxillofacial shrug, an instinctive aversive mouth-encompassing wince, twisting your mardi-gras-chapped lips across your teeth, rolling your chin back into your neck?

When you think of the Rail, do you think of dirty linoleum? Do you think of dirty linoleum's waxy, woody, grassy close-up smell? The grittiness of it, felt even through your shoes, its age-stratified gneiss detaching in scraps, pilling like old sweatpants? When you think of the Rail, do you think of the sour stink of accumulated dust? Do you picture the immeasurable nose-choking motes of must, thick in the air as superkrewe confetti, spangling like doubloons where the sun angles through the Rail's windows? Do you smell displeasing smells when you think of the Rail? Do you smell the humid, cabbagey scent of grease-stiff hair? The mammalian, ovine, sour-stale acridity of jeans worn weeks without washing? Do you think of the vegetal, salty-yeast tang of urine? The almost medicinal pungency of sweated-out wine in armpits whose flora flourishes unregulated? Footsmell? Do you think of stickinesses on surfaces that ought be frictionless, irregular patches of unlooked-for adhesion marking spillage, seepage, or christ only knows?

We fitna change that, we gwine clean the Rail. Help us do This Saturday Feb 20th starting at noon. It's a CLEANING OF THE IRON RAIL.

We have some supplies; bring more supplies! We have some enthusiasm; add yours!
Bring food and drinks and a positive mental attitude! Help us make better the poor old Iron Rail. We're gonna totally sparklize