Plans Drawn for Trashpo ClubHouse

[DKeys]

Plans appear to be copywritten by Texas Taco Cabana. It sure does look cozy and already lived in--by grungy mechanics and fast food workers. David has uncovered a dirty little DKult secret-that it evolved from a Taco Cabana Turquoise cup, and NOT the beautiful gemstone as told. It was a discussion had over hot sauce and sour cream, long before we realized DKult had to be a vegetarian institution. The trashpo clubhouse was hotly contested, yet gained acceptance after a ping pong champion was discovered here and went on to found a local scholarship. David, your architectural design is stellar.

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

The dining area will be safely enclosed in a marble temple structure

to insure that the Greek Blue murals will not be damaged on 12-12-2012.

(although entrance may be allowed only to those wearing Trashpo Blue.)

[DKeys]

I'll be sure and send him the latest DKult marketing brochure.  It's written in trashpoetics and subliminals

[De Villo Sloan]

Glad you could do something with all the cosmic debris, David.

 

Yves Maruax's perplexity is due in part by an oversight by DKULTNY. Yves was never sent any Kult Kits - no D-Koder ring, no Portable Trashpo Shrine, not even an official I-DK Kard. How has he managed?

 

Maybe other chapters have sent him things like tats and Trashpo buttons. He's on the list for a Kult Kit.

[David Stafford]

Yves,

no membership required. If you can get past the alligator-infested moat, you're in! (To any who may have taken offense at my extended play whimsy, please forgive me. Once again I got carried away.) 

[yves maraux]

David , what else can i do than ask about the membership card ?

[DKeys]

W ow --and who says virtual worlds aren't real?

[David Stafford]

Yves,

We have made provision for sufficient gaz production. The giant turbines, made from recycled asemic conversations between Cheryl Penn and DeVillo Sloan, are set in motion by short bursts of Gaz from the village elders which would include me and Val Herman. The toilets, when flushed, produce sweet water music that is emitted through a complex system of copper pipes, insuring that the entire village is aware of its own regularity at all times. Let me also add that the wistful flags surrounding the compound were made from the tears of Marie Wintzer and the gold lame doors with their intricate quilted designs were faithfully copied from the Codex Indiana by Lisa Iversen with an assist from Dean Marks who handled all the billions of product codes personally. The Stained Glass Windows were hand stained by Nancy Bell Scott using cans of liquids she found in her garage and were rendered non-toxic by a blessing by Janine Weiss. The cubular structures you may have noticed as you entered were imported from Starnberg, Germany. Designed by TicTac as large-scale visual puns, the laughter they generate is used to power our cotton gin which is sold to nearby villagers as a cleaning solvent. (By the way, this is a basic tenet of Keysian economics: Laughs from trash turns turbines for cash). You may have been wondering about those word structures, the ones that spiral up in delicate whorls where birds like to light. They were a joint project of Theresa Williams and Thom Courcelle who put them together with unused words they found around the house. (As I look out the window I see a Seersucker Bunting hanging onto the word "Confabulation.") Our largest building at the far end of the encampment is the Sacred Postal Temple and the twin pillars in front that seem to disappear into the clouds are festooned with tape pulls from the Jon Foster collection (He cut a deal with 3M) and the drawings of Lesley Magwood Fraser which she put together from hundreds of Kloofian profiles. The Postal temple doors, glinting coppery even on this cloudy day are two gigantic envelopes that Kerri Pullo turned on their sides. 81 coats of Mod Podge! Inside and to the left is the Postal Foyer Gallery, staffed 21/5 by Dame MailArta whose gowns are made from business cards of dead Latvian salesmen that Vizma Bruns collected on her travels to that region. The mosaic of antic figures waiting in the postal line is the work of Nadine Wendell Mojica who used real Hollywood waiters as models. (Or was it models as waiters?) The enormous bronze sculpture of that erupts out of the marbled floor is a bust of Ruud Janssen whose glowering eyebrows seem to be scouring the horizon for some unseen future. Loosely translated the writing (in dutch) at the base of the bust reads: "It's not the vision I had but I sorta like it anyway." I would be remiss in not pointing out the wicked stitchery of Stephanie Blake who has broken many a needle as she sewed up the colorful plastic awnings that are stuffed with Alabamaiana, the carefully confected modular walls that Michael Orr created from 28,000 boxes of Pepperidge Farm products, the blue murals of Katerina Nikoltsou that line the cafeteria walls with a calming presence, and the Great Svenja Wahl to which we turn when the howling barbarians outside the gates begin their money chant. Sometimes when I am tired or blue or just can't cope I like to climb inside the giant corgi (Cardigan) sculpture, walk up the spiral staircase to the enormous head and peer out through the bright eyes of Snooky at the smoky fires in the distance. I see the flags of Jen Staggs, Karen Champlin and KDJ looming up, lonely sentinels of good cheer and perseverance against a slate gray sky.

[yves maraux]

and the save the water trend ? can't miss it !

toilets question ? the dayly food ratio will be programmed for sufficient own gaz production...

[Carina]

Trashpo architecture, stunning piece and idea!

[De Villo Sloan]

This is really excellent because the Trashpocalypse has never been explained much. 12.12.2012 makes perfect sense. It might not mean so much a visible end of the "old world" as the dawning of the new consciousness.

Whatever, between now & 12.12.2012 a whole lot of new Trashpo items can be marketed, These structures & shelters alone are exceptional.

Great blog!