...Stop worryin' there " Styl666 "

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...a few words

31.12.07
Uvieu,España


We will all be well and have all we need
and to next year in Fez...


be well todo mundo,

J.Level
foto©spl2007

730 beers

30.12.2007
Uvieu,España


Long windy roads
lots of bumps an
big deep holes
describes this past year...
smoked 7300 smokes,
and at least 624
grams of good hash
drank 730 beers
sat in the bar of Javi
at least 365 hours
really, a long weird year.

This past year I have seen
and signed many documents
court documents
jail documents,
marriage documents,
signed many checks
many checks....
many many checks...

This past year
I applied for political asylum
and was rejected.
Applied for nationality
and was denied.
sat 816 hours in a concentration camp
in the sunny Costa del Sol,
thats Malaga folks
and not the Malaga I rememberd...
I was there in 2000, painted 13 murals
and sold many paintings...
Met Compay Segundo, in Malaga 2000
a different Malaga, so it was.

There were many heros this past year
The girl, my lawyers, and a fat cop
who pocketed my passport,
thus saving my ass from a certin
doom and an ulgy scene
in some airport in America
There was my father
and the team in california
pullin strings
pullin off miricles...
My heros of 2007.

Been a hell of a year for all....
a freakshow of a year.
There have been good things,
from a God with a very
dark sence of humor
and a bag filled with
tricks and traps...

My brothers in the game,
after a very very long absence
It is the joy of my existence,
My brother JGL.

I am blessed.
I am seemingly
more immortal than I thought...

Then theres you, Domingo...
my dear old friend...
To next year in España
a weird and beautiful place.
We will be more famous
than we already are...wait.

I hope next year makes some sense
less traps
less ignorance
less impunity...
Come on people
to alittle love and alittle
fuckin' communication
for God's sake
we are all adults here no ?

Next year I will grow up...
maybe.


Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

My friends....

27.12.07




Uvieu,España

...My Xmas citique'... and/or, disclaimer....

" santa died for your mastercard " foto: fs
24.12.2007
Uvieu,España

....So, another Xmas in the rainy city.
This one will be the one I'll remember
in three phases...rainging from pure innocence
to, the most guilty of us all...some are with us,
some, luckly, are not....

The guy in Bremerton(?), Washington put UP (↑)
the most brutal statement I've identified with
in this o this weird moment... Xmas.
Complicated
and emotionally charged
and dis-charged , so it's been.
" Santa, gave his life for YOUR Mastercard..."
" Woo...." I thought...Wo.

Here, where I live...
It has been a very emotionally charged and dis-charged year,
so it has.
The ability to remain united aginst
the common evil, The state, for example,
is pretty new to me...
I've never had a group of individuals
behind me, swords drawn,
demanding my liberty
and ready to defend it...
Yep, pretty new to this poor artist...
I love them, and, I fear no evil, Domingo,
my dear old friend,
so I don't.

...Tommorow there will be my nephew,
he's aware theres something goin' on...
a year old, as of the other day, so he is,
Xmas will be different, there will be many firsts...
There have been many firsts...
I love the Girl,
a warrior, and a hero...

God is good, despite the crule jokes and traps,
so he is.

I am
We are
Blessed.

Tommorow, Corte Ingles
the big commerical demigods
will end this xams moment
with !!!!!! Big Sales !!!!!!!!
and Santa will be put away,
and the flouresent green
of next falls fashion will be the
order of the day,
all back to normal.
ahhhh....
Everybody.....!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Buy art after Xmas,
folks.....

http://www.Jlevel.blogspot.com
is a good place to start...
pues bueno....

Be well todo Mundo,
J.Level
foto: F.S

on... " The Freakshow and it's passing thru The Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 6 " The war plans of Mocos and Mierdina...."

" So, what are they doing now...? asked the dog, of Domingo.
" Can't say..." he said, passing the binoculars to John Kline.
" Looks to me like their poking at something with a stick...." he said.

"...are you sure it's dead ? " asked Warren of Death.
"... Look at me Warren... I'm Death. D-E-A-T-H-. Death.
whom would know better, hummmm ?.." scolded Death.
Warren poked at it again...." So, what is it you do nowadays...? "
asked Warren of Death....Death sighed...

Jesus would'nt leave the van. He was between panic and out right trauma.
" Yeeeech !, theres one of the little toothless furry scumballs...eeeeeeee-uuuuuooooooo ",
Jesus screeched. Little toothless Lil' Mocos, a poor sickly poodle of about 10,000 years of age
was sniffing the air... He was looking for Jesus. They'd spoke of it last night, lil' Mocos and Mierdina,
the other of the 10,000 year old toothless poodles... " Jesus is here, and he's gonna pay for what
happened the last time him and his freaky friends showed up...the bastard ! " gummed Mierdina...
lil' Mocos sniffed at the air....

Dawn sat with Venus " whom caused all this really" smoking Pal Mal's and drinking warm Coors
in the kitchen staring out the window, watching Death and Warren poke at things.
On the stove boiled a big ham in salt water. It made Venus " whom caused all this really ",
nervous, " Jesus... he eats Ham don't he ? ", asked Dawn of Venus " whom caused all this really ".
Venus " whom caused all this really ", smiled a nervous and toothy smile.
" I gotta stop hangin out with these freaky muthafuckers....", thought Venus " whom caused all this really ".

Dave wandered along the edge of the drainage ditchs, whisteling. Things were going fine, he thought.
He was thinking about calling Susan to fly in from Tallahasse for a couple of days,
" ....and why not throw another Freak into the game ? " he justified, pullin out the cell fone...

... and Jesus, whom would'nt leave the van, sat. Sat thinking " I can just sit in here for 10 days. Easy.
Son of God and all that... Huh ! easy. Been thru worse...Yep, just me and my thoughts, YYYYYYepp....

20 minutes later....

"...I hope they don't forget to bring me some lunch." said Jesus to himself...

Mocos and Mierdina watched the van, waiting for Jesus... " the bastards gotta come out sometime ! " growled Mierdina...
" Down Killer...." soothed Mocos...


to be continued.

Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

©spl2007 " The freakshow and it's passing the The Valley of the Shadow of Death"

on..." The Freakshow and it's passing thru The Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 5 " Warren and Death and the toothless poodles"

" ...Imagian, my cousin Warren...", sighed Death, turning the van into the driveway.
" ...and look ! The old place hasn't changed a bit...."
" Nope, still the same old dump..." sneered Jesus. Death smiled.

Dave, John Kline, Domingo and Venus " whom caused all this really "
sat tight, sharing nervous and knowing glances. Domingo sighed..." Ayyy-eeeshhhh ",
as this had all the looks of another showdown between the forces of the
nice and the not so nice, "... You WILL be nice....", hissed Death to Jesus,
whom sat with his sandled feet up on the dash ( a cardinal sin ) looking out the passanger

window with defience ....His skinny arms folded acrossed his skinny chest ..." Oh I'll be the diplomat, like always you bastard...."
"... I never say no, I say thank you... Jesus . Everybody!!!!!! " said Domingo.
" Why don't you go fuck yourself, eh? ". Jesus growled,
Jesus dispised this place, " sorry ", he said to Domingo
" It's those toothless poodles. Yech !..." Jesus whined...
" ...I never say no, I say thank you...Everybody !!!..." coxed Domingo....

" DAWWWWWWWWN !!!!!! they's pullin' up out front !!!! DAWWWWWWWWWWWN!!!!!....",
screamed Warren lookin' out the front window at the black van in the drive way ...
Dawn was in the bedroom, lookin' out the window too...worried and wringin' a lace hankie...
" Death and Warren...oh my... " said Dawn... Better check the first aid kit...Death likes gin,

oh it's Sunday I'm going to have to call uncle Lester ... Warren and Death and Lester...?
I hope we've got enough chairs...

To be continued...

Be well todo mundo

J.Level
©spl2007 " The Freakshow and it's passing the the Valley of the Shadow of Death "

..." I'm sick..."

17.12.07
Uvieu,España

I have the flu, and I've called the doctors...
They will come, cure all, and clean up alittle...
Socialism works....

Be well todo mundo...

J.Level

on..." The Freakshow, and it's passing thru The Valley of the Shadow of Death... Part 4 " Dawn's Bayu cafe and Warren, Deaths second cousin..."

" You be a wantin' ham wit dat der sweetcakes ? "
Doris , the waitress, squeaked to Jesus, whom had the " face of horror "
as it would be told years later by a smirking Death,
" You should have seen the look on his angelic Jewish face..
You be a wantin' ham wit dat der sweet cakes ???!!! Ha !!! "
Jesus would cring, and smile nervously. Angelically, but nervously...

The freak show stops on that side of the Louisiana / Texas border
" Laaaaaaaak Charrrrrrrrrles, The Valley of the Shadow of Death "
a beaming Death announced... Swingin the van into Dawn's Bayou cafe....

Death, swooning with memories, orders fat pancakes
with grits and bacon, ham, biscuit's, orange juice and coffee...
" ...and you'd be bringin' me those " drippin's there too, Hon-ey..."
squeaked Death to Doris, whom was feeling a little chill,
pulled her sweater over her ample southern shoulder...
" Ahhh, OK...??? " she squeeked , a look of awe and worry crosses
the chubby cheeks of Doris, a devout catholic.

Domingo, Dave , John Kline and Venus " whom caused all this really "
all too ordered pork based products, and eggs, wheat toast and
" ...with blackberry jam..AND HEY THERE DORIS ! ..." growled Venus
" Whom caused all this really"
" ..and not that shit without the seeds... (mean stare) I love the seedy stuff "
Venus " whom caused all this really " giggled...

Jesus looked out the window at the scummy bayou reflecting
rainbows of sheeny oily muck and wondered...
" you be a wantin' ham wit dat..."... God ."

...The dog streched, scratched his butt
and climbed into the passenger seat. He
looked out the window at Jesus, scanning
the merky goo of a national treasure...and too wondering
"..Huh, whats next ?..."

" So..." chomped Death, " whos up for alittle tragic Death Family history -chomp- hummmm ? "
" Oh -chomp- mannnn, no. Man why are you always -chomp - so heavy mannnnn ", chompt Dave
"....here we go..." chomped John Kline
" Lay it on us motherfucker !!! -chomp - gory stuff ? er what ? Bet-ter be
pretty fu-ckin' -chomp - gory to impress me brother -chomp -
pass the salt will ya Dave - chomp_ that's a luv..." chomped Venus " whom caused all this really ".
...and Domingo, the voice of reason...,
" ...My fine brother Death, we are all with you in your pain...
Lay it on us brother... I never say no, I say thank you... Everybody !!!
" You really - chomp - suffer some " special defects ", Domingo, my dear old friend..."

They eat and Death told stories of his childhood...
"...and all of a sudden Little Timmy got so mad, I had to turn him into
a lawn dwarf... oh we laughed and laughed...Uh, no.... I laughed...
Little Timmy was, well, a lawn dwarf after all , and their made of concrete you know,
and don't REALLY laugh.... er- ah, well, you know what I'm gettin' at...So..."

This went on until Warren, the owner of "Dawns Bayu cafe " came out with
a bat, and asking nicely enough, the Freak show pays the bill
" Huh, 22.50, for 6 , not bad, eh Death ? " said Jesus.
" Your name is Death ?...." asked Warren of Death.
"... Death, from The Camaron Parish Death's...? Well I'll be got damnt !!!!!
I'm Warren, your second cousin on your mothers side!!! ! Well I'll be Got damnt!!!
Dawn !! DAWNNNNNN!! come a runnin' !!!! It's Death. Oh wow!!!
My cousin Death's here all the way from Californi !!! Well I be got damnt !!!!..."
screeched Warren...
" Who the fuck is this abnormal dick head...Your cousin..? Christ ! oh, sorry Jesus..."
said Venus " whom caused all this really ".

Plans were made to go to the house with Warren and Dawn.
Death was giddy with excitement...
" My cousin Warren...wow! " wowed Death.
Jesus sighed, he was remembering the last time they saw
Warren...apparently Death had forgotten....
" ..The Freak show continues !!!!!!! " announced Death,
puttin' the van into first
and lettin out the clutch....

to be continued.....


be well todo mundo...
Marco, J.P.L.and J.G.L thanks for the words..
no, I'm fine. No, really...

J.Level
Foto: B.L
"The Freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death"
©spl2007

...These heavy, heavy days...

13.12.07
Uvieu,España

I write....

Some heavy days in the rainy city
below zero
both inside and outside
this poor, but famous atist,
has had better moments.

Drinkin' beer with Andres,
my adopted father in Uvieu'
this morning about 8:30am
Standin' outside the
State office of employment
on Avda. General Elorza
" You look married...." he said.
" I feel married..." I said.
We fell into a long uncomfortable silence
he knows the story
an even in his position of influence
and reason over
and about
this weird choice I've made and defended
for so long....
" ...Maybe it's time to reconsider your options
AND/OR choices, hijo mio..." he said.
Finally.

Sittin' here thinkin'
thinkin' of weirder times
...and can't really think
of any more weird times than these,
so I can't....

Andres walked away
after giving me a hug,
and a kiss on the cheek
" You'll find your way, hijo. Tranquilo..tranquilo..."
he said...with finality.
A minor God, Andres.

The lady in the State employment
asked me
" are you all right ? "
" Yeah, I'll be fine.. "
I said.

Be well todo mundo.

J.Level
foto:©spl2007

Domingo, Velasquez and Manoline....

11.12.07
Uvieu,España

" Relax man, only 26 more days then it's
out in the damned street with the tree, hasta luego !
27 days from now they will treat that big nativity scene
down there in the plaza of THE BIG CHURCH like
red headed step child ! Huh ! Into the damned
truck with these fiberglas sheep ! Hasta luego....
The santas will go back to being the " friendly "
drunk bums as always, " Hey buddy, gotta
buck for veteran...?" , just like normal.
All good, all normal.... only 27 days brother...relax."

Domingo, Velasquez, and Manoline sat smokin
behind the truck. They waited....
for the mall to close, and hoping Gerald,
a mall Santa, would not be late. They waited.

" You gonna smoke that thing, or what ? "
" yeah, but look over there...Is that Greald
gettin' busted ...Great..."

It was Gerald. Santa suited and sprawed acrossed
the hood of the cop car. They had a bag, and
were holding up what looked to be a bottle of
some sort...then another and another...
" Welp, now what boy's ? ...go and bail the brother
out...? Or to the Cueva Bar for some beers...? "
" ...Their cuffin' him up. Game over for Gerald...
poor stupid bastard...The Cueva, eh? ...."


Gerald sat in the back of the cop car
watchin' the truck and Valesquez
Manoline, and Domingo drive away,
He'd get out in the morning, and go back to
the house on the hill, " Only 27 more days
then HASTA LUEGO !!!! to this weird scene,
and to next xmas in Fez... "

Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

foto: "Con Velasquez" 70x60cm oil/linen 1200 euros
©2007jpl" Domingo,Velasquez and Manoline"

...Behind the mall

10.12.07
Uvieu,España

Ok, so we went out the wrong door
the little skippy bastard pointed the
way, he wore shorts and a red baseball
cap....was 20 degrees outside.

Out the door and theres Santa
pukin' his brains out by the dumpster.

"... sotra like xmas in LA... " said the girl.
" can we please go now...? i pleaded

"Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh " arrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh'ed
the poor santa.


Ahh it's xmas in the rainy city, again.

be well todo mundo...
J.Level
foto:©spl2007

...and now for something alittle less heavy...

06.12.07
Uvieu,España

Well that was a heavy memory...Eh ?
this is better... LAWN DWARFS !!!!!!!!


Be well todo mundo....
Fiesta in España, one of the
6,453,987 a year....

J.Level

on... " The scariest moment of my life "

About 6:00am, 7 Febreo 2007, concentration camp " Capuchino" Malaga...
Detention center of immigrantes
The fat cop yelled "California" beatin' on
the steel and bullet proof door with a big ulgy stick
the beginning of a seires of events that deserve more words than I posess...I'll try.
...A plane to Madrid awaits
The State of España, is explusing this immigrant
It's a bleak feeling
to have a whole country aginst ya "style666"...
The cops were nice enough on that first leg
only called this american " Guantanamo " once,
and " Asesino " ( murderer ) twice...
...In Madrid it's a different scene of total
security of Bars, cameras and guns,
alota " Guantanamo " ,
alot.

They come and we, that's two Bolivians
and I, are again secured and bound and
put in a van to the waiting planes.
We are delivered to back doors
as it's an ulgy scene taking place...Deportations.
ulgy word, DEPORTATION.
...I am delivered to a plane bound for New York.
I'm from Seattle...

The young State cop looked in the envelope
turned it upside down and shook out all the air,
"empty...? "
" There should have been a passport in there, no ? Juan ? ", I said.
The cop showed me to my seat, growling.
The animal in me started to look for a way out.
I looked the part after 32 days in a concentration camp
awaiting this very moment...
...I had a whole life built, been here 8 years and 243 days
of paintings and cats and beds, books and all the words
of a life... The girl is there, and she is destroyed.
Destroyed by her own people. Thats really fucked up, man.
A pretty immoral act, for a brother with a little
administrative problem...or no?
Bueno.
I'm going to America.

Having accepted this ugly immoral act as reality,
the next problem surfaces... WHOM,
will be waiting at the airport for this
freshly deported immigrant
with a denied request for political asylum
in one hand, and an order of expulsion in the other ?
Yep. Scary moment.
I living a very scary moment, in seat 33a.

.... I see the young cop speaking with the pilot of the " Death
flight ", as I have deemed it. The pilot is shaking his head "NO"
and looking at the fuzzy, animal lookin' me...in seat 33a...
...I'm thinkin' "... time to take the cyanide pill, there .007, old boy...
...and as the cop comes walking towards me and
the woman beside me breathes an audible sigh of relief
a "... Come with me ", growls from the deflated young cop.
Passing the pilot, his arms folded acrossed his big
American chest, he winks at me, giving me a little
hidden thumbs up...

On the ground, they have to get my backpack
off the plane I've a roll of 50 paintings, survivors, in my arms...
30 minutes of screaming baggage workers
and I'm smoking, beside the " No Smoking " sign,
chattin' with the now calm and amazed young cop...
.
" So, Juan, whats the problem ? Yer not mad or anything, eh? you look mad "
" You have'nt seen your passport have you ? " he asked, with irony.
" Not really my job, Juan... or no? "
" No... give me a smoke...", said the young cop, thoughly confused.

I was returned to Malaga, in chains and silence.
Returned to the concentration camp
and recive a warm welcome from the fat cop,
whom smiled a sly smile asking this blessed immigrant,
" So, whatta are you doing back here, eh ? , he winked...

The cop stole my passport before I was taken to the airport at Malaga.
He stole it becouse I was almost as spanish as he, having had a loud and
and patriotic argument with him this morning about 7:00 am,
when this freakshow all began....He had reacted strangely to the political
asylum document... " We're throwing out one of our own..." he'd said at
the end...He knew that I needed time. My lawyers are exceptional ones
and I was not your typical immigrant...So, in stealing that passport, he knew
there would be no way to expulse me. Can't fly with out a passport... and it
would be a miricle getting a new one in the short time the State had
left to move against this poor, but famous, again.... he knew this.
He's an angel, or Spanish John Wayne or Zorro,
comming at the last possible second to save the day....
a hero amoungst many, in this long scary tale...
I'm free now, married the girl and all seems forgotten...by the State, that is
I remain indignant. Not mad, but indignant...
Immoral and scary tactics...for a brother with a little administrative saddness.
And let's not even get into how much money was spent in this febil attempt to
rid themselves of this poor, but famous artist....Immoral, and scary shit, so it was...

...and that was the scariest moment of my life.... And yours ? I'd like to hear it...

Be well todo mundo,
J.Level
(JLevel77@yahoo.com)

Wensday in the barrio, and the freakshow continues....

05.12.07
Uvieu,España

" Night is bad for your health "
This is the phase that started my
3352 nd day in this weird and beautiful place
heard it from those talking spanish heads
on the small screen news...

A poor, but famous artist walks into a bar
orders a beer and sits by the window
the man sat down..." Can I see your ID "
he asks the poor, but famous artist
" Looks like a dog licence..." he said.
" Your not helping here..." said the poor, but famous artist
" Welcome to the real world..." said the man

I'm looking for a " real " job. But I would prefer
sell a shitload of bull fighters to China or Japon
hell, California
Washington
or
New York
would be fine... No, really.

" You want fries with that ? "

So, thats what I thought this morning
tommorows another holiday in España
There are like 6,453,987 holidays
a year in this odd place....
but ya'll already know that....

be well todo mundo...
J.Level

foto:©spl2007 " Mi represantantes" 40x50 cm guoche/ink/paper 600 euros

" Back from Cuenca..."

02.12.07
Uvieu,España

" Vanished from the face of the earth..."
These were the last words spoken about Slamo.
Nobody had seen him in months...
" Last time I saw him we was a drinkin'
and the brother was mumblin' something
about Seattle, and some guy named Jess..
Nope, don't know more... hey, you gotta buck
for a veteran, buddy.....? "

It was true. Slamo caught a Iberica flight to
Seattle. Spent all the money the first day
and found refuge at the " Elephant ", a notorious
flop house in The First Hill district...
Jerry was there and Brad , wavin' a big gun around...
There would be many freaks and freakshows, truths and
near truths crossing and crossing again
an again in and outta
his life..." Hey, you know a guy named Jess...? " he asked...
" You know a guy named Jess... about this high... Gray hair
and a gotee like Velazquez...? ", he asks of everyone he'd meet.
"...I'm lookin' for a guy named Jess.. Paints bad clowns and bull fighters.",
he'd asked everyone he'd met.
Slamo was way outta his territory....
"... Big mean ulgy town..." sighed Slamo,
zippin' himself into the sleeping bag
under the I-5 freeway overpass.
Seattle began to rain ..." Of course..." and
" Manaña mas y mejor, Slam old boy "....said Slamo, to
himself.

Slamo dreams.....

Hanging out in Campo San Fransisco with Juanjo, Zazir The Great, a mime, and the russian oprea singer. It had been a good day for all, they shared 10 boxes of wine between them..." Remember when....? " and " Well, we usta....." Slamo, drank and thought about the little house in the Valley, " ...Long time ago..." he thought. Then the russian began to talk, a rare occasion... he told stories of his mothers borscht " steaming hot with a big drop of well soured cream..." Humm..." Hummed Zazir The Great ..The russian told of his fathers machine shop, and the bribes to the police,and the last day of the year celebrating with the guys whom worked for him... low pay harshly cold, and little future... He said he was " blessed to be here, and in the company of such fine and generous friends..."
Zazir The Great looked over to Juanjo, " You speak russian ? " he asked, " what ? me? russian ? huh, his eyes are speaking english and spanish and french...just read the eyes of the brother, brother, it's all there...". Slamo, he told the story of the flight to Spain...then the flight to Vietnam, to Paris to Helsinki and beyond, until the sun went down and they gathered their stuff, moving on to where they would drink and sleep and refuel their hope for tommorow " Awhicha way ya going there Slam ?... ", asked the russian opera singer...
" ...West, I think..Yuri, West...." said Slamo.

Tommorow Slamo would go back to the Elephant to wash some clothes,
he'd met a chick , that lived there
that said she knew where Jess could be found,
Slamo took it well ,
with hope , but not much....
" Stop in if your ever in Seattle, Slam.... " Jess had said...
The fones number had been changed long ago...

The next morning Seattle continued to rain
Slamo packed up the hill towards the Elephant
Jean was there, cooking fried rice and mushrooms,
and smiling...

Slamo, wringin' out some soxs
looks out the window towards Lake Washington
and the house of Bill Gates, up there aways....
" Huh ! Why don't I just call Bill ..Duh....wheres my god damned fone ?
rinnnnng-rinnnnng-rinnnnng...
" Hello Bill ?, Slamo here.....yeah... yeah.. I'm in Seattle....great ,yeah, great
Yeah huh huh... looking at your house as we speak...yeah
9:00's better for me... Ok ... yeah..... see you there... Anything to smoke ?
..any thing better ? Jo.....
Slamo smiled, I think I'll wear the BIG pants.... ! NO !
I'm gonna wear the suit...

end of Part 1

be well todo mundo,
J.Level
foto&story:©spl2007

So...it's Xmas in the rainy city...again. Part 2

01.12.07
Uvieu',España

" If I don't get that I'm gonna dieeeeeeeeee..." screamed little Timmy
to his mom Glenda.
" But why would you need a document shredder... with " advanced digital security control " ??
and you can only hold your breath for about minute... You won't turn blue. Come on,
we've got to get your fathers hemmorid cream....", ordered Glenda, waddling up the isle.
Little Timmy gave up and they walked on...

Xmas looks weird and beautiful in the rainy city...
The sale of anti-depressants sore
the gun shops do a booming business
Kid scream
fathers grimice
mothers minipulate time and space
The angry drunken Santas meet at Bar Manolo
after their shifts at Cort Ingles
Eroski
and the Parque Prinicapado.....
".... The little fucker whispered " ...and when I have that
document shredder with " Advanced digital security control.."
you and I will rule the world !!!! "... and I said,
" You know the PIN of mommy's mastercard, Little Timmy ? "
and the little bastard sez...
" What's my cut...? Hummmm ? "


Be well todo mundo....

J.Level
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foto: Dave Hunt