White Trash City

Take me down to White Trash City

Where the dogs run wild

And the view is shitty

Oh won't you please burn it down

Here's pictorial proof of how I live these days (inside & out) ...






You really should click on the pictures to get the full impact of the hideousness. In this case, we have chicken wire stretched between two garden posts, fortified at the bottom by cinder blocks, supported at the top by plywood, covered by a tarp, and with every scrap of shit from my yard thrown in the front of it. And the little furry punks still get through.






And just in case you can't idenitify everything here, the top picture has a ripped up book (a new book I just got for Christmas), a Hole CD that has actual teeth marks in it now, aqua beads from a coaster, paper & various trash, and even a small piece of red envelop that was meant to be an RSVP (Sorry, D!).


The bottom picture includes packing peanuts, part of a leather CD case, stuffing from a desecrated toy, parts of another ripped up book (Edward Gorey, one of my faves), and various other stuff.