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Messiest aparetment in Houston, possibly the world!

A friend sent me this link and I immediately thought that the celler dwellers would appreciate this! It's almost like performance art, everthing is so precisely placed to make a messy statement. I love the last picture at the first link that has the bottle of Resolve carpet cleaner as if it would make a difference!

So if you think you are behind on your house work check these out and you will feel better!

http://swamplot.com/inside-the-messi...er/2008-09-23/

http://swamplot.com/more-photos-of-t...on/2008-10-01/

That was already posted, but I don't believe that set had the backstory. :greenface

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Originally Posted by chrisinhouston (Post 503101)

check these out and you will feel better!

More likely, you will feel like throwing up! Gaaah!

There are a few things that really make you wonder about the person who created this mess. They must have been spending money for some time on all of the take out food which is not a cheap way of staying fed, perhaps that is why they fell behind on the rent; looks like Whataburger was the preferred place to go. And no liquor or signs of any drugs which would almost seem necessary for anyone willing to live like this. I wonder if they just left when the computer stopped working, because it surely could not work anymore with that much ash on it. And how about that ironing board ready to be used. I guess they needed to spruce up when they went out.

I think it was intentional. :eyebrow:

Obviously, this person has some kind of mental illness.

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Originally Posted by wolf (Post 503170)

I've seen worse.

Like the contents of my key chain and purse?!? :eek6:

:D

Worse even than that! :D

That makes me feel a lot better about my place. I took yesterday off to clean and I never ended up cleaning...but my house is spic and span now after looking at that. I agree, I think the personal has mental health issues. And, if you think of it, it makes sense that they didn't pay the rent for over a month as they probably got so disgusted with it or went to hospital that they upped and left a month ago and hadn't paid the rent since they left.

That reminds me of the descriptions of the hotel rooms in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I'll post them if I can find them.

A good Rule of Life I have come up with is: You may not get another pizza until you have properly disposed of the box from the last one.

I commend this rule to all.

And that reminds me ... I have leftover pizza in the fridge right now!

Full text.

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The room looked like the site of some disastrous zoological experiment involving whiskey and gorillas. The ten-foot mirror was shattered, but still hanging together - bad evidence of that afternoon when my attorney ran amok with the coconut hammer, smashing mirror and all the lightbulbs.

We'd replaced the lights with a package of red and blue Christmas tree lights from Safeway, but there was no hope of saving the mirror. My attorney's bed looked like a burned- rat's nest. Fire had consumed the top half, and the rest a mass of wire and charred stuffing. Luckily, the maids hadn't come near the room since that awful confrontation on Tuesday.

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But it couldn't last much longer. The room was full of used towels; they were hanging everywhere. The bathroom floor was about six inches deep with soap bars, vomit, and grape fruit rinds, mixed with broken glass. I had to put my boots on every I went in there to piss. The nap of the mottled grey rug was so thick with marijuana seeds that it appeared to be turning green.

The general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul, that I figured I could probably get away with claiming it was some kind of "Life-slice exhibit" that we'd brought down from Haight Street, to show cops from other parts of the country how deep into filth and degeneracy the drug people will sink, if left to their own devices.

But what kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed catsup on the bureau?

Maybe so. But then why all this booze? and these crude pornographic photos, ripped out of pulp magazines like Whores of Sweden and Orgies in the Casbah, that were plastered on the broken mirror with smears of mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust...and all these signs of violence, these strange red and blue bulbs and shards of broken glass embedded in the wall plaster ...

No, these were not the hoofprints of your normal, godfearing junkie. It was far too aggressive. There was evidence, in this room, of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 A.D. It could only be explained as a montage, a sort of exaggerated medical exhibit, put together very carefully to show what might happen if twenty-two serious drug felons - each with a different addiction - were penned up together in the same room for five days and nights, without relief.

Indeed. But of course that would never happen in Real Life, gentlemen. We just put this thing together for demonstration purposes ...

This from Douglas Adams

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The room was not a room to elevate the soul. Louis XIV, to pick a
name at random, would not have liked it, would have found it not sunny
enough, and insufficiently full of mirrors. He would have desired
someone to pick up the socks, put the records away, and maybe burn the
place down. Michelangelo would have been distressed by its proportions,
which were neither lofty nor shaped by any noticeable inner harmony or
symmetry, other than that all parts of the room were pretty much
equally full of old coffee mugs, shoes and brimming ashtrays, most of
which were now sharing their tasks with each other. The walls were
painted in almost precisely that shade of green which Raffaello Sanzio
would have bitten off his own right hand at the wrist rather than use,
and Hercules, on seeing the room, would probably have returned half an
hour later armed with a navigable river. It was, in short, a dump, and
was likely to remain so for as long as it remained in the custody of Mr
Svlad, or 'Dirk', Gently, né Cjelli.

I agree with Chris in that it's unusual there are no signs of drink or drugs - I can only assume the person did their "switching off" of choice outside the flat.

But yes, I can identify with it. It's a form of mental illness, but it builds simply from a lack of ability to cope with daily life. It's likely that this person was well presented to the outside world - just unable to keep all their balls in the air. I've confessed to how bad things were when I was depressed - and they were nearly as bad as this. Me, with two cats I adored (their litter tray was clean though). I had maggots in leftover tins in the kitchen. I can't pass judgement.