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.
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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.
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?
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.
FB, my neighborhood funk has also returned. There are pools of chicken guts, rancid puddles, a flattened cabbage.
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
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.
oh hobble hill. it is unfortunate that those crips decided to live on the steep incline. what were they thinking?
FB I must tell you today how deeply I heart you. That is all.
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.
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.
no I am not fearful, but grateful! I am also esconced in the beige (perhaps more grey, really) and in search of spiritual sustenance.
I should like to be your neighbor in Hobble Hill. I am looking for more space.
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.
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