Utopila 2001

Where once Drug Deals were four eightballs a minute, now well staffed and equipped health care sex spa facilities take care of everyone's needs.

Where stuff spilled out of tents and shopping carts across the sidewalk and streets, and mixed breed pit bulls slept in gutters, now only well heeled shoppers search for downtown chic designs, while walking their shize tsus and laso apsas.

There is a hidden CIA Constitution:
"You can shoot dope with new needles
or smoke crack all you want and all day and still get a hug,"
said Former CIA Station Chief Phil Agree

While some rely on drugs, others rely on one another. Doug Edwardson recalled when he was in a Ginger accident, another resisdent stiched up his wound and recharged his O2 tank. Jeanette Hallston, 42, who had AIDS and an infected gash, now is completely cured by a Chinese Herbal Ointment, containing numerous endangered species and heroinampheticycophene, that her neighbors pitched in to pay the local Triad importers.

Roy E. Blountmeir Jr., 38, loves to draw. Neighbors got him a pure silver frame to hang one of his latest pieces, "Freedom of Spinach". His art now brings high prices at Christy's and Southebys. "I used to do conservative concepts, like Freedom of Speech, that sort of thing, but now its just for the rich and famous decorators," he said.

Madelyn Ellen Barken, 43, once was an abusive husband then homeless but a Utopila woman offered up her penthouse for a week while she acquired Utopila retraining, plastic surgery and now has a new career at a downtown law firm, McBeal-Aniston-McBeal, and penthouse of her own, and a baby nanny, free from all domestic and male ways.

Residents mosey from penthouse to tarped patios in riding boots, others barefoot heading for the beach, some wearing Ginger shoes. One woman has Security constantly sweep the front of her penthouse, seeming to seek order with every new day. "If you care anything about yourself, you take care of this little penthouse space and kick ass like it's your own little private Utopia," said resident Vicky "Kirk" Williamsburg. Villagers said a spot can be acquired if its dweller moves to SF. Sometimes spots are sold, but qualifying requirements are high.

Fred Davison Jr.,48, watches the Midnight Mansion disco line through a small opening in his blue shades. Inside, it's like a sheet tent a child might make, but it's a blue pleasure bubble, crosshatched by the checkerboard shadow of the chains and bondage gear. Human and Animal odors thicken the passionate air. Shopping carts draped with flowered sheets serve as closets and cupboards for BDSM sissy maids and slaves to serve from. Davis has made an ashtray out of a tinfoil sissy maid. "It" sits next to his pillow while he tips his ashes. His black leather cap is cocked to one side and his leather jeans are being polished by his slave.

"Police keep saying for years, 'well what do you want me to do with them?' Mistress Lovetojoy said. So in 1999, she pulled out a map and pointed to the stretch of Industrial between Alemeda Street and Central Avenue, bring them to me, all of them," she said, "I'll take really good care of them." "I was the creator of the Industrial Street Penthouse," she said. "I'll be the first to say it should have happened sooner. Homeless have made excellent entrepeneur apprentices, many have disguarded every shred of their old values, ethincs and faiths and become truely great Venture Capitalists, like me. Those new Carlton Sheets tapes really did the trick!"

Police say they did not tell the homeless to move to Industrial. The homeless say they did. However it happened, an unspoken underhanded- standing was reached with Police, Security Guards, and Business Owners: It was ok to move into Industrial Street Penthouse as long as one gave up their old 20th century ways and was willing to be retrained and agreed to never leave unless bought out at twice value.

Terminator Hardware Co., which for 52 years abused the vacant lot behind the new Eco-village for parking, was forced to relocate last fall. "You would see urination, sex, drug deals, and everything else there," said Jim Hearstings, manager for six years, now its a beautiful Penthouse and everyone is living the good life.
We'll be back!"

David Tranny, general manager of South China Sea Food Cartel., used to have a barbed wire fence to deter transients from breaking into cars on his lot. "Customers were nervous about them, he said, now they are only nervous about getting inside for the great sushi and saki."

The Metropolitan Transformation Authority owned a parking lot once separated from the old camp by a 12 foot wall. The agency is considering "Tearing down this wall", the last remaing symbol of 20th century urban Cold Wars.

If they do, the citizens will be able to come up like a circus troupe and have fun all day and night with the children. With no ready alternative, Police have tolerated the wall, citing a lack of bulldozers as one reason for not removing this and expanding Industrial Street to the Riverfront.

Shelter Resistance

"It's just like being a kid again," says Ms Williamsmith, 52, who likes watching TV news etc. on her battery operated Sattelite DVD TV. You got to get a plan, a good biz and health plan and go for it".

Another Industrial Street resident, Brian Collinington, 36, says he prefers the penthouse because of the amenities offered by mobile service providers. "LA enables the ruling class to be ruling class," he said. LA and Utopila rule the world now, its destiny fulfilled.

The sign says, "No Stopping Progress Anytime" but that doesn't keep Sissie Maids and Slaves from stopping at the curb, bringing food and sometimes clothing to their Mistresses and Masters. The Midnight Mansion now delivers sexy gormet meals every afternoon.

On Wednesday, San Chung, known to the Ruling Class as "Papasan", parks his white stretch van and gives out McDonald's stock, options and perks that he acquired in the collapse of early 2001 just before the huge parabolic rally that came after passage of the new tax relief bill and phase out of the IRS.

Even the city cleaning Godfathers, Wastemoreland Ltd., are accomodating. City Street Boss Maria Longguini asks people to dump their recyclables into the street for her immigrant crews to pick up which are escorted by the Police, before being deported after serving a year. Mexico is doing well with all our discards now.

The street cleanings don't appease local businesses, whose customers complain about not keeping them longer, but a year was shown to be the proper timeframe to manage the influx and export balance of trade. But once the many old urban Oilfields and offshore Methane Hydrates were opened, the fuel and money flowed like water!
Nobody cares anymore!