in the tiny town of BeeleN West VirGinia !!!!! its wall to wall punks living off the trash of not to far off pittcity PA... the pittcity police dont like them much and regularily cross state lines to Hassle and Annoy and shove to good folks of beelen in a pittcity jail... this is mostly cuz the picklesburg police are way to scarred to do something about the insane crack head murders in HillDistrikt PA... its much easier to send 8 cop cars to a house in border town Beelen where a dozen police officer can easilly overpower 3 runty unarmed punk kids and not worry bout geting shot... beelen is just the other side of a small woods from hilldistrick... so when they talk to the newspaper the police can claim to be cleaning up the hill.
mary belle kurtz washed up in beelen about 8 months ago.... before then she'd been living on the road for 2or3 years since bailing her familly home at an appelations coal slag dump...... doing a lap arround the unites snakes and then scoring a line back through it... Beelen snagged her cuz she foundherself not to far from where she came from,,, and in the middle of a small forest surrounded by city... she wound up squatting a huge old tar paper house right were the only road in to beelen ends... she hooked up witht the two boys she shared the drafty building with set up the pittriver action medik team, providing free care to the cashless residents of beelen as well as poor and ghettoised residents of hilldistrikt...besides the meaning full werk... beelen end manor on the edge of town and cozied inside a heavy tree blanket was a dream home...
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left is hilldistrikt PA and n the distance you can see the decaying skyskratchers of pitt city....Beelen is inconveiniently on the otherside of the hill that Hilldistrikt is on...
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hiding in the trees just on the otherside of Hilldist., beelen has been around for over a century... beelen was origionally the gateway to the iron mines under hill, and was settled as the small region of polish families who werked in the monogohleha river iron foundry... thhes great wrot iron staircases were built down hill from beelen in to pittcity PA were the ironwerks was located...today those stair cases are the homes of otherwise homeless exiles from the hilldist. pitt city wants them ripped out simultaniously getting rid of the "stairs junkies" and making it harder for beelenites to stroll in to pitt.
in the 50s.. the middle of beelen fell 15 feet in to the iron mine... having half the town destroyed and at the same time blocking its enterence in to the iron mines... beelen was prettymuch screwed...
in less than 10 years most inhabitants were gone.. of the 30 woodframe and tarpaper houses remaining from over a hundred... only 7 still stand...although a few roofless foundations are still inhabited...
in 2000 some punks moved in to the mostly abandoned town... ron the psychotic cab driver and some galls from the lesbian bicycle feminist collective pooled together and bought a big white house on the main street... in the following years plenty more punks came and cleaned up beelen in a messy kinda way... being a secluded lil area on the border of a large ghetto that dead ends in to a colapsed pitt beelen was a secret meeting place for gang bangers to sell drungs and dump bodies and their customers to shoot up.... having a few dozen skinny punkasses blocking traffic with rusty bikes and lawn chairs has cut that down to nothing and the few no punk holdouts of beelen are glad for it...collection of used needles in beelen has plummeted from dozens to 1 or 2 reports per week...
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ron and bikedykes house...rons an allright guy who drives a cab in pitt city. the first night i was there he somhow borrowed a cadilac cab with big watt speakers and ground effects... he was driving up and down beelen main blasting drDre and screaming out the window.... a month ago during beelen holiday pabst over(its like cinqo-de-drinko) the anual celebration of prodigle son ron buying 34beelenmain, ron got deranged drunk and ran in to hilldist wearing a dress and a turban and screaming in arabic trying to get skinheads and rednecks to fight him...they mostly realy really didnt want to...
someone painted a big q-tip on the bottom of their porch recently in celebration of "beelen hygine awarness month" whic is sort of one of graces projects...
centro del mundo is the pitt city regional headquarters for the underground nation of filth... if your traveling through pitt city you can find your way out to centro and be assured that maybe there might be food and or shelter there... shelter is often actually in the foundation of some house that fell in to the pit at beelen end but its free.
i think this guys name was tobe ...
tobe: "how'd y get here...?"
amber: " train..."
tobe: "which train...?"
amber: " amtrak threerivers pencilvanian"
tobe: "what!!! you bough amtrak tikets ?.. how come you didnt come freight
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tobe: "your hair is all fancy... what for.....?"
amber: " i dunno."
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to help renovate the chiken safe house across town so people decided wasnt so shitty and probably harmless....
i like to appear usefull...
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it also shows the importance {NOT BREAKING YOUR CAMERA SO THE FLASH IS DEAD]
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MARY BELLES job at beelen is to administer to the sick.(AND TO RADICALISE THE LOCAL CRACK HEADS). here she examins a common problem encountered in beelen and hilldist of bloody pussy purple feet !!!.. kenny tripped over a rock or somthing and his foot is a revolting mess.. as MAY-BE pointed out: in beelen and hilldist, people can get drugs easier than they can get a werking refridgerator... so its comon to treat injury with narcotics before getting a bag of ice... kennys a lil blotto on percocet... hes a good egg tho xxxxxxxxx
pitt city action medics go round not just beelen and hill but also the stairs and any protests flea markets were people might be gassed or truncheon... may-be and the other medics are supposed to be dragging the wounded off to safe places and putting them back together...
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her OCD style wingnut medicing has made her of course, a high profile criminal in the eyes of pitt city law...
police after all have a duty to hit activists on the head and gass dirt kids. providing free medical care on site to such enemys of the amerikan way of life is borderkine terrorism.
here may be k. and jonnyMotherfucker have a disagreement about beelenHygineMonth...
may-be painted a sign on the brown fridge that is tipped over in front of the centro for people to sit on... the subject mater was that hygine is good for punks and washing your hands helps protect large groups of people who are prone to dumpster donut fueled bouts of malnutrician while being exposed to a bitchin incidence of bacteria...
jonnymotherfucker (who is mostly wasted and claimes to have fucked everyones muther, all of them) disagrees, he crossed out may-be's sign and wrote in "real punks dont wash their hands!!!!!"
the two have been dagger eyed since.
jonny lives just beyond beelen end, were the street caved in... above the ravine in an old house foundation in the woods, this place is called scumfuck2 (just below scumfuck3 and above scumfcuk1...)
punks in beelen who havent yet become usefull... or worse... have failed or even refused to be usefull are sent off to the scumfuck camps at the towns perimeter... here they live in the woods and be wasted as much as possible... xxxxxxxxx good kids out at scumfuck 3...mostly travellers who didnt want to be a burden and went in to the trees to live, becoming enchanted magic pixiewoods kids... they can play banjos and identify aircraft contrails...
there was a running concern were after may-be's house , ENDhouse the medic house, got evacuated, one of her pittcity team, J. was distraught over werking so hard only to loose the house and get arrested... he went to live in the woods.. fell in with the scumfuck kids, and now just stays wasted and stupid...
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</td>a traveller girl amed sarah who just got off a train with a few freinds... i forget were she rode in from but she was infested with cute lil rats... she got hassled by guards at some juncture and they drove her outta town in a cruiser... she had hidden her rats in her gear and they kept chucking her gear arround bad and she was near tears terrified that her rats would get crushed.. everybuddy made it out ok tho..... she was allright cuz she had dread mess and a 4g septum ring.. i think she said she was from north dakota and that everybuddy in ND had excessive piercings cuz there wasnt much else to do...
girls with dreads and 4g septums are hot.... hellah.
the scum kids named her "rat tits"
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may-be sits arround centro alot telling endless freight stories to anybuddy who goes by...
like the time the bulls caught her in the middle of nevada, called her the eastern wetback and sent her to walk to 10 miles of hot dessert to the highway to thumb a ride....
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maybe does a bunch of the classic oil lamp kid thing; tellin stories in her hybrid mountain urban drawl and listening to bluegrass mountain music while reading by lamplight she declared to me ...
"im not from here y'know..... im from 200 hundred years ago really..."
"im not from anywhere in particular", i replied, "nowhere anyone can pinpoint..."
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as beelens loudest freight authority may-be got comadeered to get traveller josh back to his home town of villa-ville-kulla CO... im told if you wanna catch freight outa pitt, y gotta ride the bus up 30 miles north to courderoy...theres a big yard there with not much fence...
courderoy dosent have any punks in it but it does have a punk ice cream store....no affiliation with beelen that i know....
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may-be scrawld a few top secret updates in the semi comprehensive 2003 edition of the freighters CC handbook (available only from hobos with photocopiers)....josh was gettin a bit of nerves as courderoy had taken notice of us and small children were biking past us every 30 minutes yelling
"go back to freak school !!!!!"
and 3 cop cars were xxxxxxxxx on their trunks lookin smug
josh actually got kicked oytta the yard afer 4 hours of waiting in a ditch and had to try again...
"thats the secret of train hoppin' ", said grace. "you keep goin back after you ge kicked out till you learnn how to be extra sneaky like. your increased desperation making you better at bein sneaky...you seldom wait in the bushes longer than 3 days".
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may-be's place, END house, is right at the edge of the great pitt... the pitt gets a lil bit bigger every year but END hasnt fallen in yet... ENDhouse is a prime example of werking class polish foundry werker architecture, wood frame with tarpaper siding, the house is about 3 stories high. with plenty balcony and shutters... as children were born or peoples grandparents were shipped over from poland additional rooms were added so that END though 18 feet wide goes about 150 feet back up in to the trees... 8 bedrooms 3 kitchens and 5 bathrooms and plenty doors to no where....
it would be even bigger if the very back of it hadnt caved right in some years back... even with a quarter gone it still crawls 118 feet up a hill..
alot of the house is filled with random junk.. no one lived there proper for a few decades.. the previous tennants were crack heads just passing through to shoot up... mary belle and her house mates left many of the rooms filled with trash to discourage tresspassers from finding their appartment in the top of the lower front part...
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some nut from hill came down one night and tried to steal J.s pack.. J. chased him down with a gun and got the pack back an no one has tried it again....
much furniture from back before beelen caved in still remains like this upright honky tonk piano... it dont play so good... may-be figures afer shes succeeded at every other goal on her infinate list of things to do she might try to tune it up....
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may-bes lil room in lower house attic. j. was in the process of putting in insulation the time the cops took everyone away...
theres been a running thing were the police have been trying to shut down the pitt action medics for a while now... it started with that since END was a squat every few weeks theyd come in and bust down the door and smash the place up a bit.... once it was cuz theyd seen remains of a deer out front that the taxi punks had found dead on the highway and draged back to beelen for the end kids to clean and gut... another time was cuz they saw the end medics poring water in to water bottles and assumed they were making pipe bombs..
said one officer, "fuck this place is fuckin stinkin'. every time i come to west virginia it makes me wanna pull out my teeth and fuck my sister. if you punks are gonna have a massacre do it in west virginia cuz were happy without you in pitt city."
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maybe is the only one to come back... J. turning scumfuck and S. going deep in to the woods...
every day a police paddy wagon riot truck the size of a montreal urban assult ambulance buzzez up the street to shine high power spots on the END house and sumtimes bust it up a bit more...
meanwhile a mile away in hill someone is shot about at least once a week, usually over shoes or food or $5... cops dont respnd to crimes in hill... if someone gets killed in hill the stick the body down a manhole and no one talks... it would be nice if the pickle police had the resources to respod to real crimes in their own fuckin state ... maybe one day when they have permentatly eradicated the blight of small skinny punks being non violent volunteer medics in an town in WV that hasnt ever been on a rand mcnally map... maybe once that problem is delt with drug/poverty related crime in hilldist will be solved...
may-be and me were sleepin' when the truck came by and shone spots on the house and howld nonscene at us through the loudspeaker... they have no idea if anyones in there but they yell just in case...
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"with the lamp down low i can read for hours all night and no one can see the light from outside on the road " she said...
shes been werking hard to try to buy the end house ... the owner is some woman in pitt city who forgot se owned the place... police have been contacting the woman also trying to hassle her in to pressing charges against the endMedics..... complicating thing further is that some old guy in beelen actually bought the entire town in the 90s... but has since failed to pay up the tax and mortgage... the house should actually be pretty much free but for back tax and legal liens... thats and the impending court dates were may-be will be charged with tresspassing or burglery or whatever cuming up this summer....
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the job in question is taking AIDS cocktail for a medical research study... 2 months of that should round up %25 of the nessessary cash.
not too too far in the distance you can see the tallest building in pitt city... in the way is HillDistrikt
centro sits on a seveeer hill when you go in the front door and walk out back your now 3 floors up, so the girl who lives in the sub basement has a view of the mongolea river out beyond the great stairs and bridge to the south pitt strip where is a good place to sp'ange they say.
the next night on our way back to the END the police truck drove up and cut us off...
we detoured deep in to the woods and ,made up the slope to scumfuck 2...
from high up the slopes we saw the police buz END for an hour and bring in 3 more cars just in case we had doubled back to end round the back... we invaded this tent tarp house were three guys are living... only 1 came home that night fortunatly as the others got detained in some kinda punk vs police fight in south pitt... big posse of kids had gone down there to see a punk show and nervoused up the local PD... the scum fuck kids caused a rukkas and everyone kinda fought and or fled... few kids got picked up..
heres the corner of some house foundation thats the main part of scumfcuk2... this were jonny and his crew got drunk and shot eachother with a bb gun untill dawn... josh had just got back from courderoy and was trying to sleep in a tree contemplating what the fuck he was doing out here in beelen away from kind and gentle and quiet villakulla ... we didnt get alot of sleep and headed back to centro at day break...
jonny chased behind me for a quarter mile yeling "hey !!! i gotta ask yo sumthin !! hey !!! hey !!!1 hey 1!!!!"
and i go "what ?"
and he go " i ggotta ask you sumthin...lemme smell yer fingers"
and we just did that for 2 minutes and i never found out what it was...
when i got back to beelen main he just gave up joggin along and was like "blargh !!!!:"
theese are phoebe and eliza... formerly the ENDhouse medic chikens...
formerly they had their own 3 room suite together were they roosted on old bikes, ate paint chips and broken glass, and struutted and preened
one day the police decided to show up with pitt animal control to cart them off to get eutheised , thus ensuring the safty of hilldistrict one assumes...
S. grabbed them both up and ran bolt off in to the woods, clear arround hill and in to the nort of pitt city itself...
phoebe and eliza are now residents at an underground chiken shelter in north pitt...
the location of the safe house is a strict secret... its an old abbandoned building 4 punks teamed up and bought for $15k in pitt citys 3rd shittiest neigbourhood.between the 4 of them the 8 year mortgage werks oput to 39$ a month before the principle
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in honor of their hospitality me n may-be volunteered to do drywall round their place for an afternoon...i got out of it by doing electical werk instead and maybe told train stories more than she sanded ..
the big dude is holdin a combination chiken herding stick, anti chiken euthenising bad person deflector, piece of crap left over from renovation. i got to play with phhoebe a bit but she didnt thnk i was too interesting.
right after i left the cops showed up at END with 7 cars and a k9 patrole...
they smashed up the place for an hour before they found maybe sleeping in the ceiling and crawled up there to haul her down
"what are you doing in here !!!!" they demanded...
"trying to sleep... come back in 5 minutes...", she replied..
she was put in jail for another 2 days and is now somewhere up in the trees untill she can russle up the funds or legal resource to make END her own...
failing that shes not sure what she'll do..
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| you know, I think I know her. there were a bunch of train kids who would come through louisville every so often who would stay at my friend Dave, Anna, & jarbo's house(rock house) and drink shitty beer they would steel off the back of trucks or spare change for at the days end. they were all really young, but I'd run into them every so often either when I was out dumpstering with my friend Daver or at food not bombs getting bread. Once Brandon and Daver were out in the yard painting and she and some friends scared the tar out of them by coming out of an old boxcar near the end. Daver nearly stabbed one of them in surprise. it could be someone else, but her description(the rats & the septum) sounded familiar. beelen looks alot like south end louisville. or like far west end by portland(if you've ever been, you know what I mean). </a>
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