Monday, June 27, 2005

Pile update

The pile presence was lessening for months, yes they were still around, but the walk o' piles was somehow less exasperating. The rat army HQ was recently a full on living room but even it was cleared away. Until today. Spotted today:

1. vomit pile
2. turds, of course,
3. oven, rusty and trying to come apart
4. 2 large mystery garbage bags, with stones
5. wood shreds stacked. this is a favorite
6. small, empty cardboard boxes, often the former housing of strollers or toys - befuddling as to why is cannot go in regular garbage.

I could hear the soft flutes of the tiny peoples and I spied their stacking of chicken bones. They are taking up residence in the boxes, living amongst the folds.

I did not see any crack things or hypodermic needles today, though. no condoms either.??? the tiny ones are patrolling I do believe.

24 comments:

fairy butler said...

the tiny ones come out in the cardboard folds, yes, but perhaps they live on the fulcrum of the tipping point? their sweet melodies lull the beasties who wreck havoc and forage in the night for the rocks and whore whores.

fairy butler said...

honestly, yesterday I declined into a secret funk, which I did not reveal to my butler. I wondered as we cruised about from one cobble hill to the hood why I live where I do. Clouds came into view and muddlement. why do i persist in being stubborn?

Whore Whore said...

You are stubborn in your virtuousness.

The tiny ones increase in velocity, the further they go into the folds.

I offer my wares to any who pass by me. Do not become like this.

ham the avenger said...

FB, my neighborhood funk has also returned. There are pools of chicken guts, rancid puddles, a flattened cabbage.

friend jen said...

I am most awestruck at your tales, and truly I enjoy reading them. I am most glad that friend gina pointed me in their direction

postmoderndebunker said...

I would like to live in Hobble Hill. You know it? Everyone uses crutches to get around the piles.

fairy butler said...

Hi Friend Jen,

I hope you are not fearful of me now! The mind feel possession and spurts forth a reckless spew. It is fun stuff for beige time... when there is nothing else.

fairy butler said...

oh hobble hill. it is unfortunate that those crips decided to live on the steep incline. what were they thinking?

mountain man said...

FB I must tell you today how deeply I heart you. That is all.

postmoderndebunker said...

I heart you too FB.

fairy butler said...

hearts back at yas. please, has anyone else seen piles today...minus ham? HP, what are we going to do? Are the rat armies rallying also? I have not had a sighting in ages, but I still do not trust.

sloth said...

FB, it is not only in your neck-o-the-woods that the piles proliferate. It is true everywhere. There was a big festival in Chelsea Forest yesterday, and the trash and vomit spew is steeping and composting. There is a rank, rancid smell like the puddles at the bottom of a garbage truck. yick.

ham paw said...

There is a foul smell of chicken gut next door. There is chicken festival slaughter every day.

friend jen said...

no I am not fearful, but grateful! I am also esconced in the beige (perhaps more grey, really) and in search of spiritual sustenance.

postmoderndebunker said...

I have noticed some rat-pilings on my way to work in the Chelsea vicinity. I was grateful not to see the rats.
Otherwise, there are piles and piles of papers on my desk...that I need to get rid of here at the beige.

ham paw said...

FB, lets move to Hobble Hill. It only requires that we trip the residents and take over their homes.

krixfort said...

I should like to be your neighbor in Hobble Hill. I am looking for more space.

ham paw said...

that sounds excellent Krix! Please lets make our way over and carry random objects for scattering. Piles should be experienced by all residents of this fair city. Our borough is blighted, FB.

fairy butler said...

Good one, HP. Let us carry the chicken guts and vomit spews, the wooden shred accumulations and the black bags of stones and deposit them in different 'hoods. spreading the wealth. Let us trap the rat armies and relocate them to Park Avenue, perhaps?

Truly, I do not desire a residence in Hobble Hill. There is nowhere to park and I would feel out of place. Well, maybe I could do it.

postmoderndebunker said...

Hobble Hill is such a small gap between Brooklyn Hypes and Hallowed Gardens. You can move to Dumpo, where piles are in the form of new million-dollar 30 story condos...that border the worst projects in town.

postmoderndebunker said...

FB, HP and Krix...if y'all moved to Hobble, I would be close by and we can all get together for freeze-dried goodies!!

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