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URBAN CAMPING in AMERIKA Six Flag Soverign Resistance Force Little Lamb Land - Sunken City 008-04-09 |
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6F autonomous zone BATTLE FOR 6F AUTONOMOUS ZONE !!! IT'S EVIL SCIENCE INDUSTRIAL ARTS CAMPING WITH THE LITTLE LAMBS  ONE MONTH AGO, morteville scrap-metal band THE LITTLE LAMBS proposed a performance ritual stunt of utter metalness. the performance was done in the 3 days leading up to easter. in emulation of jesus as described in the book of john the lambs went through a death ritual where we all stayed awake working on our instruments for 2 days exhausting ourselves. then we snuck in to the abandoned 6F amusment park with just bed rolls and tool boxed to build ourselves instruments from only things we could find in the park. for three days we stayed awake non stop, completely scouting every inch of the park and dismantling the heck out of everything and ammassing it all in an absurd pile at our camp site. on the third day while scouting the perimeter i witnessed the normally apathetic security personel suddenly sweep in on us from the maintenance area and the parking lot. 3 of us watched helplessly from up the ferris wheel as the security force decnded on our camp site and picked up our other 2 lambs. the national guard were brought in and did an additional sweep of the park with spot lights , cruisers and a k9. however it turns out that we know our way arround the service roads and pricker bushes in the dark better than any of them. i had dogs walk barking right under me while i was hiding up in the awning of a concession stand and the remaining lambs were able to swoop back in to our camp site, collect our personal stuff and our instrument projects and evacuate out to a place 2 miles down the highway were we called for pick up. the arrested lambs pled no contest to simple tresspassing and paid $250 fines. less than 20 hours after escaping the park we got everyone back together and palyed the back yard show at max and maxs. new instruments built include the KBs gator lacroix marching band drum kit, my lasagna pan electric double bass, and lexs wings made from carosel lights, awning scraps, and the electic tails from bumper cars...  welcome to the autonomous zone. we declared that we wer'nt allowed to eat anything unless we killed it. and the bunny rabbits and wild hogs were really elusive so we didnt eat anything for 3 days. except lex brought 24 lemons. at one point me and KB where beating our fists on a vending machine filled with mud covered bags of chips and candy bars but then we looked at eachother and asked.. "are three year olf fritos worth cuting through an inch of hardened steel for ??"  our arrested brother james, here next to my action adventure cart that i was dragging arround on a rope and filling with broken nonscence...  LOOKIT ME !!!!! I GOT TO MEET THE REAL LIVE GATOR LACROIX !!!! he didnt have any food either but he had some nasty flood whisky with flies in it that made gino get kinda sick.     a few days after escaping the security forces we reinfiltrated the park to find stuff we'd forgoten or had to leave behind. it seems that security, having discovered that the remaining four of us managed to pack up our gear and escpae while they were looking for us with 6 people 3 cars and a dog, flew in to a rage and destroyed a bunch of stuff. including this lovely 100 year old baby pram. they smashed the wheels off of it. they also destroyed a replica flint lock prop rifle, a 100 wat 2 chnl PA system amplifier, a clock, an acoustic guitar, and stole my collection of electrical tape and james pliers. am i supposed to feel bad about collecting some flood damaged microphones and cello strings and rubber skulls when the security force retaliates on us by destroying way more park property than we did ?? what the hell ??   everybuddy was collecting differnt kinds of rotting 6Famusment park t-shirts. i also got some goth coffin backpacks and some rubber cone spike bracelettes with lasers in them but the security smashed them.    i have a corona beer t-shirt now !!! the whole three days i was trying to have a differnt t-shirt every 3 hours. some of them were actually the same t-shirt but differently rotted..  if any of you are familiar of brodie macaronie's photography, lex's secret is that she always makes a "duh, wut?" face any time shes photographed.  in hindsight this kiddy fun tree house slide castle, though it is a bitchin' secret fort, was a poor strategic squat for an area we knew was under surveilance by the private security forces. that this camp actually lasted 3 days was mostly luck as rock and roll blogtographer todd was arrested by security 12 hours before they swooped up 2 of our lambs. we insisted on maintaining such a bold camp site though because despite its obviousness, it is a magic slidy tree fort ! when the national guard showed up to search for the rest of us they we're to frightened to enter and spent 30 minutes banging on the tubes and throwing junk at the fort and yelling. officers also refused to go on patrol of the park without buddy backup. and then they didnt want to go in to buildings without the dog or wade in to the pricker bushes under the rides. so technically they only searched about %15 of the park before giving up on us.  lookit my giant rubber bat !!!!! theres a 8 foot rubber spider too !!!  we filled our campsite with rediculous amounts of junk. technically that might have actually been mostly my fault cuz i was running arround with the rolly cart trying to bring everything ever to our camp site (to give it a homy feeling) towards the end of our stay we had a pile of rubber skulls, a pile of outer space costumes, a pile of different plastic guns from the arcade, giant rubber hammers, carousel horses [to get the horses off the carousel you look under neath them, pull out the cotter pin, and then bang out the keeper pin with a hammer and a 5/16ths bolt or similar dowel) and foolish crap like crock pots and butter churns and marquee lights and broken instruments and fur suits and rusty tools and a million other things. i'm not sure what happened to the crock pots. they're antiques worth about $100 each. i think the guards smashed them.  robot skeleton !!! i kept hiding robot skeletons arround the place so the other lambs would surprise stumble upon them while foraging. like i hid one in a pile of gift boutique crap to look like somebuddy who'd perised under 200 cartoon charector keychains.  this is the motor system out of a grabby claw machine. y'know those machines where you put in 50 cents of so and then try to manouver a claw in to grabbing a prize and dropping it out the slot for you ?? well someone completely destroyed about 4 of those things. we had a collection of differnt kinds of grabby claws for a minute. the best is the machined aluminum compressed air powered one from the Acme claw machine.  james was working on a robot skeleton on an electrified cross when we got shut down. the cross itself was made from wood felled from the marvin the martian information booth. ... peculiarly the security forces, when they trashed our camp, ripped the robot skeleton off the cross and dumped her on the ground and then made off with the fucking cross. so the grand total of things security confiscated from us is -some shooting gallery guns -a giant electrified cross -my collection of every kind of electrical tape -james bag of pliers   overall its actually kind of amazing the security wer'nt more freaked out about us. certainly the spent 3 hours searching for us and smashed up our camp and they were affraid to go chase us in to the dark brush and rotting buildings, but really. security stumbled totally unknowingly in to a camp where 6 kids with tools were dismantling the park to sculpt absurd industrial arts instruments. we were there for days with no food or sleep climbing things, goofing on GMRS radios and building weird shit and wearing moldy 6F t shirts. when we origionally assessed risk for this performance/stunt we decided the most likely outcome of us getting caught would be that they shoot us all, throw our bodies in the paddle boat pond, and then never mention the incident again.   |
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