Message Received

I walk the Acequia Trail behind my house frequently, but recently messages, stickers, and graffiti seem to be raining down in the night! The messages are a bit mysterious at the moment–what do they mean exactly? But as a follower of text, I wanted to share these.

The affectionate garbage can speaks while another hand curses evil.
No They Is An Island–thank you John Donne!
No Trespassing. I love you (in French)