Yeah, these are areas as yet untouched by the plague of "development".
In these parts of the town, and out in the county, you have the freedom to be a little crazy. Build yourself a personal junkyard. Create your very own House Of Horror. Live in a tree house and drink a lot of beer. Fire a .357 Magnum at the moon and howl like a loon. Play your electric guitar real loud. Sit in an old Buick Roadmaster, among the mice, sip a little Kream O' Kentuck bourbon whiskey out of an old jam jelly glass and let your eyes glaze over. Nobody cares. It's between you and the Lord.
Crazy people are the salt of the Earth, and they have a special destiny, just like AMERICA!!
America and her crazy people will probably all end up in the same place someday. What a cozy thought.
Maybe, somewhere up in Heaven, there's a trailer park from hell.
Sounds like a song I could dance to...
Oh, somewheres up in heaven
there's a trailer park from hell,
where you can live like an animal,
and never pay no bills--
I think I'll work on that. Meanwhile, this photo series is finished. And that's good because I've some new pictures.
Oh, somewheres up in heaven
there's a trailer park from hell,
where you can live like an animal,
and never pay no bills--
I think I'll work on that. Meanwhile, this photo series is finished. And that's good because I've some new pictures.
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