The now legendary saga of ARKADIAN NINGAS came to a screeching
halt after the quasi-fascist, bureaucratic, sad excuse for a housing
committee worshipping the almighty dollar, old values, STRAFF
und ORDNUNG, drove the brave ningenious heroes off their bohemian,
mind-expanding soil for world-balancing BRAIN-PRODUCTS.
And why all this? 0300 AM in the backyard of the NINGAS headquarters -
which is also a backyard for other residents of this six-storey
downtown apartment building - a semi-tribal rite, partly conscious
action, destruction of a wooden BED with an AXE was taking place.
The SNITCHES instantly awoke and signalled the landlord who was
ON THE CASE faster than you can say "THE SPANISH INQUISITION".
But the real shit hitting the fan wasn't this innocent protest
against the whatever-the-bed-was-representing (the society? the
enthropic nature of... uh... nature? cosmic irony??). Ooh no.
It was the pyrotechnically impressive destruction of one balcony
where previously in the night a narcotic consumption of nicotine
by some of the ningas was taking place, the fire ALLEGEDLY started
by a stump of cigarette.
Melted plastic pots and other laughably small damages were
exaggerrated by the genital-pugilistic housing authorities as
the very bombing of DRESDEN would have manifested itself to the
before-mentioned stinking balcony.
Absolutely NOTHING is proven. ACT OF GOD, the concentrated
radon rays, miniature comet, that guy who tried to burn Michael
Jackson's stage, are equally IF NOT MORE possible scapegoats
than the NINGAS.
Whatever the case, this chain of events was to disband this band
of glorious, tasteful urban style of living in the ARKADIA
commune. These photos remain to testify of the glory days of
ARKADIAN NINGAS.
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