Monday, January 30, 2012
Abandonment Issues: Secret House Against The World
The Secret House Against The World was named after the Buck65 album that was playing on the iphone in my pocket as we explored this old house in Bailieboro, Ontario. The children that were raised here definitely left their mark on the home. A red sack full of Disney VHS tapes sat just inside the door of the sagging foyer. Santa's undelivered goods from years past, we joked. The garage still contained several odds and ends, including a stolen Home Depot basket and a Motorcross girlie poster on the wall. Indside the house, a green upholstered reclining chair was the sole remaining piece of furniture, the king of the castle. Modern stove and wide open fridge bookended dated wooden cupboards in the kitchen, surrounded by yellow walls and a linoleum covered floor. I opened the kitchen cupboards, which were all empty. I then opened a front hall closet, only to find some pennies, AA batteries and a pair of ladies sunglasses. The kitchen closet door was slightly ajar, I pushed it open further to find a random assortment of painting, cleaning and home renovation supplies left behind on the shelves. On the inside of the closet door, a list of dates were written in ink, with numbers accompanying each date. Yellow, purple, blue, yellow, purple, blue...the coloured stairs led us up to the second floor. We stood in a bright green room with equally brightly coloured wooden planks attached to the banister. A children's playroom, we agreed. A large pipe at the top of the stairs had been painted purple and was covered in children's hand prints in blue paint. The green room was sadly void of any toys, only the hand prints remained to tell the story of the playing that once took place here. A pink and white wallpapered girl's bedroom sat adjacent to the green room, empty, but for a shelf resting on the wall, with nothing on it. Another striped wallpapered room was beyond the pink room.
As I said, we explored this home to a soundtrack provided by Mount Uniacke, Nova Scotia's own Buck65. To recreate our experience, click the link below and then come on back and check out our photos of The Secret House Against The World, to the soundtrack of The Floor, from The Secret House Against The World.
The stolen basket from THE HOME DEPOT. This is not an ad for HOME DEPOT. It is an ad for stealing HOME DEPOT baskets.
Bitches ain't shit but moms and sisters. FEMINISN'T.
My face is vacant, like most of the places you'll find me pacing.
Maybe I'm a serial killer and just don't know it yet. Maybe you're inferior filler and I'll have no regrets.
Disneyland in Santa's Sack (Ever Afters Never Last)
We eat, we hunt creep and beef on each other. We prey to a diet eh? While you preach for sobriety, I'm drunk, smoked out and I stank of the skunk. Monkeyed.
Mar 28 - 400
My closet skeletons are still too fresh, some still dressed, and may even still have flesh.
Sometimes being me is like pulling teeth, but i'm not an orthodonist, I don't have a degree. I never graduated anything, so inevitably, this is my quote, I left it open, finish however you please.
When life gives you lemons, suck them sour fuckers dry.
I stand alone on this island, this mind: an abandoned asylum. I may have designed it but I'm also a violent-assassin masked in black and strapped with the immaculate raps of a man that stands at destiny's passage. I'm silent.
Colours fade like the troubled look on my mothers face. Brothers stared, cupboards bare when I went running scared.
All hands on dick.
"Most of my friends think green, but can't afford to live it." -P.O.S.
The bad seed branches off the family tree and leaves, no longer feeds on the scraps the tree leaves beneath.
My innocence was stolen by monsters.
All sewn up
I'm off the shelf like when a products been copped, I walk it off like when my mom would say boys, knock it off.
Fact: Everything is actually the same size in Texas, their brains are just smaller.
Emptiness can't speak. A shadow casts me. That's deep, cause I heard it was shallow to not be.
For some strange reason, paper beats rock.
We look down at each other because we look down at ourselves. We are always the problem. We the people.
And the wind died too. And the wind died too.
Come on, lets hit the road and head to the next spot...
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