termite rockaway rain.
RE-OPENING OF TERMITE AND vINE DELAYED BY FLOOD
TODAY IS THE DAY THAT MARKS THE END OF THE 60 DAY WAITING PERIOD OF THE APPEALS PROCESS ON TERMITES CORP POSSESSION. THAT MEANS THAT AS SOON AS I REQUISITION A MORTGAGE CERTIFICATE FROM CITY HALL I HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE POSSESSION OF MY HOUSE AND FILE A CORPOREAL POSSESSION DEED AT THE CITY ARCHIVE. I DIDNT GET IT DONE THOUGH CUZ THE CITY FLOODED...
WITH A LITTLE EXTRA LEG WORK AND ME MAKING FRIENDS WITH SOME CONTACTS AT CITY HALL CORPOREAL POSSESSION SHOULD MAKE TERMITE MOSTLY RESISTANT TO ASSHOLE'S CALLING COPS ON ME AND THE KIDS. i've had dialogue with the police, lawyers, hard core old school members of the great squatocracy from new york and oakland, the civil court's sheriffs attourney, the assistant commander of 5th district station, the new orleans redevelopement authority, real estate agents, the city attourneys office, my neighbours, the police inquiries board, and a million billion dirty lollyfuck kids. so i am conected as hell right now and if anybuddy tries to kick me out of my mother fucking house again i will eat their mutherfucking face off and spit the chewed up remains back in to the face of their skull.
i cant do this till next week though cuz i didnt file my mortgage certificate today. and that means that i miss FREE NOTARY PUBLIC day at hippy lawyers office (were i am right now typing with no shoes on!!! i took my shoes off cuz they were full of water)
I HAVE QUIT EATING AND SLEEPING
FOR THE PAST 3 WEEKS OR SO I BEEN LIVING ON 4 HOURS OF SLEEP AND ABOUT 800 CALORIES FOR EVERY ONE ROTATION OF THE EARTH
ITS AWSOME !!!! i feel great . i have all this weird strung out deranged energy and i'm all lost in this blissed out enlightenned kinda haze. sometimes i cant talk and i just stare at stuff or just shuffle arround repeating the last thing i said over and over again but theese are small prices to pay for the supre human fantasticness of being free from needing to stop doing whatever the fuck i'm doing for such trivial mundanities as cooking ramen and doing nuthing horizontally. now i have been gobbling endless amounts of but not anymore than would be normally perscribbed to a really really sevearly extra attentiondeficited person. so its safe and its just to replace those brain chemicals you normally need to sleep to make.
the reason i've been awake for a month is cuz i've been packing the rockaway. for weeks my pirate splinter cell, the members of the grail street collective NOLA, have been driving arround in a van visiting construction sites, factories, wrecking tards, garbage piles, and any other place were large things that might be made in to a crudely build circus boat are left poorly guarded and unsecured. it mostly been lots of sketchy aquisition missions buffered by screaming at eachother and hissy fits and drinking. ACtuAllY i'm going to have to leave morteville and my beloved termite infested home in less than two weeks to head 1000 miles to RockIsland were the miss rockaway armada ran aground last fall. we have to fix it and shove off in 30 days.
now this all cumulated a week ago when we were insanly behind schedual and our 3 truck loads of parts and tools and eqipment were just sitting all over the lawn next to the broken truck. i was supposed to have been free by then to renovate my house but instead i was working 20 hour days to get this crap and all my housemates sent off to the fucking boat. by wednessday they were almost ready to finally go away but the truck puked out its whole crank case of oil and people were arguing about load limits and trying to rip up the tomato plants out of grail streets back yard and stuff them in the cracks between the other equipment. i was sitting ther chain smoking and refusing to help move anything else cuz i'd allready SWAM OUT TO A MUTHERFUCKING OIL RIG AND STOLEN A SOLAR PANEL OFF OF IT that day and was super mega exhausted.
but then this terribly peculiar boy i like showed up with an eighth of mushrooms and invited me to go hang out all night in a ship breaking scrap yard with him. so i just ditched all the kids and went and did that. we spent the next 8 hours discussing the different ways we cope with being self aware of our respective degenerative mental illness problems and i threw lots of zebra muscles at him. we went looking for a ghost tug boat too but it had sunk by the time we got there.
i got to grail street thursday at 10 am and fell asleep for 2 hours only to be woken by mary belle k. who just got out of a two month stay in the insane asylum (were she mostly made freinds with various drug addicts and wrote hip hop songs.) she dragged me off to a mardi gras float factory were i'm auditioning my contruction, sculpting and artistic skills for a possible gig in the fall. we're working on this float about the fight to save the st-bernard housing projects.
worked until 1 am, then i passed out for 20 minutes in a chair, then may-be and me went walking and found a pick up truck to sit on were we we discussed religion for a hour wich peaked with may-be doing this unsettling imitation of god as a baby (may-be says when god was a toddler he wasnt quite as omnipotent as he is full grown, thats why his earlier life forms were just microbes, and the first thing he made was just earth as a big wet dirt ball. that was gods first pampers soiling)
the this horrible rainstrom broke out and maybe went back to the supervised half way house womens shelter she lives at now and i sat on sombuddys porch watching rain. like serious rain. we've had 12 inches of freaking rain here dumped in a periode of 12 hours. i had to walk home 40 blocks in a downpour so at 5 am i was jittering arround the grail street house in wet clothes sneezing and compulsivly cleaning the kitchen. since all the kids from grail street have gone to build the rockaway i was entrusted to close up, clean and secure the grail. so i took all the food left in the fridge and mixed it all together in a giant stew pot.
at 8 am it was still raining so i sat arround trying to dry out all my termite and vine legal paper work, which was sopping wet cuz my room at grail still doesnt have a tight roof on it cuz i havent had time to tar it cuz i been dismantling abandoned buildings to get supplies for the freaking circus boat.
at 9 am i think i lost consiousness for a few hours... when i came to it was noon. and it was still freaking raininng like hell and i had to go to city hall. i walked arround the house for an hour trying to find all the allready damp paper work and seal it up in plastic bags so it would survive the 7 mile bike ride to city hall. then i lost conciousness for about 30 more minutes but then the pills kicked back in and i cam too and dressed up as a garbage bag and started for the city.
well i made it a mile before shit got rediculous. all of mid city was flooding. morteville relies on a system of giant pumps arround the city to keep it from sinking. this is of course because it is built atop a swamp filled in with municipal garbage. since the great flood 2 years ago half the pumps in this town are still broken. no upgrades after the city was destroyed. the just tinkered with the 60 year old hardware they have and tried to get it running again.
so the effect is that by the time i hit mile 3 i was biking though 3 feet of fucking water.
I RODE MY BIKE THROUGH 3 Foot deep FUCKING WATER !!!!
so long story short, i didnt make it to city hall untill 3:30. and when i got there they had a sign that said they had just closed one minute ago "due to the weather"
well i banged on the door and made them come answer it and i begged them to at least take my request form and process it and i'd come back and piuck it up monday afternoon, but they were like, "no mam, we allready shut down the computer"
so i was like I RODE MY BIKE THROUGH 7 DAMNED MILES OF WATER INCLUDING 2 BLOCKS THAT WERE 3 FEET FUCKING dEEP !!!!
SO THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS THAT THEY closed the door and wouldnt talk to me and they open at 9 am monday.
the other moral of this story is that i have a citation from the health department (thanks very much asshole neighbour guy) saying that i need to fix the 15 broken windows on my house, the giant hole in the wall thats temporarilly covered with garbage, the big scrap metal pile in my back yard, have my interior be free of giant piles of demolition garbage, and mow the lawn, all to be completed in 9 days.
and the rockaway is hassling me to get the fuck up to the build cuz i voluteered to build this elaborate sound sytem, motor shaft, go kart,loft bed thing.
so heres the plan:
-blow off everything,to play with the computer... then go to the coffee shop and see if the boy who had the mushrooms is working and wants to give me free coffee and draw pictures
-pray for death
-take a huge ammonut of amphetamines and shovel everything i dont need out of my house
-take my last $150 and spend it on plywood
- freak out and cry cuz i have to renovate a building with my paperwork partially unfinished and i sent all my tools to rock island and the boat
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then: here is the best part
hop out of town on a train line im not familiar with, after a solid week of renovating and not sleeping, with not a single cent in my pocket, so i can rush to jump in to a behind schedual boat build project were im allready overwhelmed in weird things i volunteered to do and they're still asking me if im interested in additional responsibilities... "would i like to teach a workshop on instrument building ???"and once i'm there, i try to keep in contact with the lollyfucks at termite to see if we pass the inspection or not. and if we dont i have to come back (penniless on a train) and attend some kind of court proceeding or some other such god awfull i dont know what.
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i also, in the last month, helped do an art installation, BUILT A MOTHERFUCKING TINY HOUSE IN MY FREINDS YARD, completely rebuild a go-kart, and went on a 48 hour drunken road trip to gutter punk beach in pencilcola FL not once but twice.
wjhy the hell am i still going ? like.. right now i cant really tell the differecne between the keyboard of the computer and room ansd they are stuck toigether. and my brain is hazing the last few days of ceaseless conciousness in to this wiggly soup of mixing all the stuff together... like,,, after city hall was closed i went and climbed up to the top of the abandoned dixie beer brewery factory and sat under the giant dixie beer sign and stared at all the giant smashed up abandoned motels on tulane avenue and the abandoned city anex building and the rotting broken window hospital and maybe i'm not actually typing this giant termite preee release.. mayeb i'm still there on the 7th floor of dixie beer with the black thunder clouds shoot lighning ceaslessly. like literally ceaslessly electric sparks in the sky. dumping so much rain downtown that peoples crotches get dipped in the rising puddles and you see lil miniature tidal wave come arround corners and rippling in toi the wheels of cars. i looked in to the window of this one car and confirmed that the water was fiulling up inside too. it was just starting to run on to the transmission hump and splash on the drivers seat and fill in the cup holder, the change dish and the ashtray.
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