My OperaVIRTUAL TOUR: Part2 - The Living Room
Thursday, April 3, 2008 7:07:30 PM
As promised, here's part 2 of the ongoing series:
The stairwell is creaky and treacherous. It's normally way dirtier and cluttered. I do this to deter any would-be thieves. With the middle door closed, it appears that upon entering you just might trip over the decomposing body of the typical Lower Garden District junkie. And the picture isn't blurry. It actually appears that way...[/COLOR][/FONT]
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But, as you open the middle door, you are immediately taken back by the raw and unadulterated beauty that lies within. The nerve center lies to your left. You have just entered the thorax...[/COLOR][/FONT]
We quickly come to our senses and realize where we're at, and we jerk around to make sure no thugs are running up the stairwell to murder us for dope money. There's some vinyl records waiting to be heard after we lock the door. [/COLOR][/FONT]
As we pan around to the right, we notice a voodou alter embedded in the fireplace. This is where I sacrifice small mammals and gorge on their innards.
The voodoo stuff came from the home of a New Orleanian
who opted not to return after the flood of '05. I was given permission to loot the domiciles of a few good folks. Those were some wild and woolly days. I thought I was gonna get shot doing it. Most of the stuff in my house was acquired in this way. Above the fireplace, we see a perfect example of what happens when you mix Mardi Gras doubloons with marijuana...[/COLOR][/FONT]
Here's some more examples of boredom in action. The three on the left were done by me. The other two weren't.. [/COLOR][/FONT]
Well, that concludes part 2 of your invasion of my privacy. You should definitely call before you come over next time...
Peace the Fuck out.[/COLOR][/FONT]
The stairwell is creaky and treacherous. It's normally way dirtier and cluttered. I do this to deter any would-be thieves. With the middle door closed, it appears that upon entering you just might trip over the decomposing body of the typical Lower Garden District junkie. And the picture isn't blurry. It actually appears that way...[/COLOR][/FONT]
[/IMG]
But, as you open the middle door, you are immediately taken back by the raw and unadulterated beauty that lies within. The nerve center lies to your left. You have just entered the thorax...[/COLOR][/FONT]
We quickly come to our senses and realize where we're at, and we jerk around to make sure no thugs are running up the stairwell to murder us for dope money. There's some vinyl records waiting to be heard after we lock the door. [/COLOR][/FONT]
As we pan around to the right, we notice a voodou alter embedded in the fireplace. This is where I sacrifice small mammals and gorge on their innards.
The voodoo stuff came from the home of a New Orleanian
who opted not to return after the flood of '05. I was given permission to loot the domiciles of a few good folks. Those were some wild and woolly days. I thought I was gonna get shot doing it. Most of the stuff in my house was acquired in this way. Above the fireplace, we see a perfect example of what happens when you mix Mardi Gras doubloons with marijuana...[/COLOR][/FONT]
Here's some more examples of boredom in action. The three on the left were done by me. The other two weren't.. [/COLOR][/FONT]
Well, that concludes part 2 of your invasion of my privacy. You should definitely call before you come over next time...
Peace the Fuck out.[/COLOR][/FONT]
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