The name sounds a lot like rest room doesn't it?

Speaking of rest rooms, I remember when the sanctified walls of the shitter were reserved for poetry, philosophy, and proficy. I guess it was in the sixties that the trend turned to sexual liasons, gang graffitti, and just plain stupitity. I would like to start a movement (no pun intended) to bring interesting reading and origionality back to these hallowed slates for the bypasser to reflect upon for the few minutes of respite taken from a harrowed day. in future postings I will get the ball rolling and will accept comment for the enrichment of the masses