On Thu, Apr 18, 2013 at 7:45 AM, Srini RamaKrishnan <[email protected]>wrote:
> The MRTS evokes only the poetic character of yesterday's putrefying vomit. > As with most things in life... it depends. The MRTS monstrosity is poetic in its own way. The MRTS stations are an Ozymandian reminder of the early 90's and corruption. Thaths -- Homer: Hey, what does this job pay? Carl: Nuthin'. Homer: D'oh! Carl: Unless you're crooked. Homer: Woo-hoo!
