this bench sat outside of the public restrooms and i sat on itthis was a milling stone but i don’t remember who the dude wasthis building once held wells fargo and was the lodge for a fraternity kind of like the masons but their imagery is more getting drunk and pranks and less end of daysthe newspaper was sassy about new media and i met the guy who wrote that articlethe owner of this restaurant didn’t let all the brits inside to watch some footy because he wasn’t open. he did tune in on the tvs inside, prompting this assembly. look carefully at the english fish and chips sign and the poor business decision the owner made right here, at least five pints of beer went unsold this morning.there was one gas pump, one side of it didn’t work. no attendants, credit card only. this sticker was therefires didn’t usually take buildings in sierra city because water flowed freely but a house did recently burn down, the wreckage still sits undisturbed right on main streeti was told that if i talked to the real estate agent here i could get a look at the upstairs of this lodge but they were closed when i made it back in town. i familiarized myself with a different society instead, the Clampershey i did take a picture of the burned building. i didn’t take any pictures of the kentucky gold mine tho oops#dragoneggpct#stateofjeffersonthis spoopy thing was hanging on the wall of the cabin at the kentucky mine, the history guy i chatted with wasn’t sure why it was there. glad it has such powerful imagery that i have now channeled through the internet to you you’re welcomei went to the cemetery at dusk and picked out names that i learned about from my day in town, then i sat here and mooched wifi and did more learning to the delightful sounds of polka music blaring next door
you’re a cool place sierra city, you spoke to my creativity – e clampus vitus
still think about this city. nestled into a mountain valley, mine adjacent. i learned how to french braid here.
the clampers. secret society jokeur: the ancient and honorable order of e clampus vitus, parody latin translated from “i believe it because it is absurd.” preservers of history, lunacy, and dank dank pranks. in a secret society love triangle with me and the independent order of odd fellows.
man i dunno 