Fecund Curb

Curb, two times written on one page. Who'd have thought it would ever come to pass. It is one of several random english phrases written on the shirt of the woman across from me. The other two phrases being, "Never failing ultimate humankind," and "passion our passion." The latter two I can quasi-grasp the meaning of, but the "fecund curb" has me at a loss. Just how fecund does a curb have to be? And to what purpose? Is it secretly mutliplying at night whilst everyone is sleeping, populating the sidewalk-less streets of J-land with curbs in a meagre attempt to give pedestrians an illusory feeling of safety from the oncoming traffic? Who knows what lurks in the hearts of curbs...

I used to claim that the Peace Arch border crossing was on wheels and while everyone was sleeping, it was moving an inch or so south every night, on our way to claiming such vital economic powerhouses as Birch Bay and Bellingham as our own...

I am rather enthralled with the whole idea of various ridiculous covert operations taking place under the cover of nightfall.