Got my "Community Service" today for my conviction for preaching in the JP Morgan Chase lobby last September, surrounded by singing extinct Golden Toads. Connecting bank investments to climate change and the extinction wave - that was our novel idea. So I got my gloves and my ID and my paper form and I'm off to the subway with the sleepy commuters. I thought as an act of defiance I would leave you my faithful this picture of preaching in the lobby of the Boston Monsanto headquarters a couple weeks ago. I think their interior decoration resembles their vision of the interior of a corn plant. No biological shapes, no stinking smells, no humor or mystery or sex. Also no evolution, no intruders or "wildness" of any kind and so no nutrition. And the inscrutable architecture reminds me of reflecto-sunglasses that mask any desire. It makes us want to break that "sea of identical details" with singing and shouting and sheer information. This is a cover-up! We know what you are doing! You are sweeping our best souls from their traditional homes into shantytowns. You are chemicalizing eco-systems. You are leaving the bee without a flower. So come down out of your offices, don't such Selfie us. Come out and touch us and laugh with us instead of arresting us. We know that you want to join the resistance to Godsanto's Hell.