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I once entered a completely remote, isolated, exotic and magical world.
I followed not black but colored tire wheels leading to a yard of imagination.
A wondrous land where time sits still.
The gate is continuously a work in progress. There is no barrier. No door. No need for a key. No secret password. The setting is odd but inviting. Every one is welcome. If you look up the archway, the wheels are turning.
The main house has eyes, but it doesn’t pry nor judge. You can do anything here. But the house sees as if nothing ever happens. The flowers in front of it never die all year round.
One service car is a multitaskoid. It has a propeller in front so no gas required to be filled. It flies and can take you far as you wish. The driver is a friendly robot always waving its hand at his passengers.
There’s a wall filled with different-colored bottles with only the bottle necks that stick out. You can peek at the bottles. Each bottle peepholes offer different views.
There, the dolphin farts are more toxic then the car exhaust, cigarette, and coal fired power plant COMBINED!.
A lamp collects natural light at day time so it can lit the entire yard up when the night comes.
There’s a community of jury ducks. They hold conference discussing big decisions of progress and maintenance of the area.
A restaurant in the middle serves tacos, burritos, tortas, hamburgers, hot dogs, tostadas, enchiladas and quezadillas. On Saturday and Sunday, they serve special rico menudo. The food will never fill you up and only endlessly satisfy your taste buds. There’s lot of delicious food but no cook inside.
I thought the whole yard was quiet. My eyes seem to be the active sense that I didn’t hear music until I got to a rocking triangular barn. It is mainly made of computer chips.
There’s a playground where you can not only just play cards but also play music and party with uncorkable corks.
A headless woman showered herself with colors.
A red decorative loco van is parked that is used for Quality Control. A swarm of insects holds the van together. I think it might explode when things go horribly wrong.
I saw two blue-legged women entered a car through the roof.
A lonely, depleted-looking man sits in front of a house. But once you get closer and approach him, he smiles from ear to ear.
A guard with a gun, long tail, and a monitor head keeps the peace in the yard.
When I left the yard, I walked a little bit outside and I suddenly shrank into a pea size without even realizing it. I entered a place called Tin Can City.
These are not fantasy. These are real.
Enter the yard of imagination …
… And like most, all good things must come to end. As I left East Jesus, I was reminded to snap back to reality …
East Jesus is an experimental, habitable, extensible artwork in progress since 2006 begun by the late Charles Stephen Russell in Slab City, California.
Since it is hard to enter address or anything on your GPS…
Directions to East Jesus: It is in Slab City in Imperial County, California, southeast of Salton Sea. From Salvation Mountain continue the road from where you were about a mile out. You will hit a T. Take a left. You will see signs such as East Jesus and Sidewinder Road. Take that road and follow the colored tires.
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