From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Visiting My Milk Crate Paradise
Living in the tall grass of the piney woods of east Texas is no walk in the undergrowth so I like to visit my milk crates as often as I can. Oops. I gave the wrong music credits info. The name of this Kevin MacLeod music is "Private Eye."
Tags: homeless, homelessness, storage shed, milkcrate, stuff, possessions, Marshall Texas, piney woods, east texas, marquisdejolie, rednecks, moving
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