On ..." The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 11 " John Kline as " The hero", Death and olives over onions.."

... these hard time's. I am re-running thing's in case you missed it the first time...Enjoy.

Day 10...

Jesus stank like a dog. A junk yard dog stank.
Jesus said : " eeeeeoooo... Your smellin' a little ripe there Jesus ." To himself.

The food had run out day's ago and none of the crew was paying much attention to Jesus. Like a little child screaming " I WANT A BLOOOOODY PORSCHE NOOOOOOWWWWWWWW !!!!!!!!!!. "

Jesus said : " I never wanted a Porsche, huh, how demeaning....now a 63' Mustang , now there was a car...." he said to himself....

Jesus said: " No hope , no dope, and no other exit more than this..." he said. Putting his bony, grimy hand on the handle..." OK, I will be talked about and humiliated for this forever"...Whined Jesus. " Man, Death will be the most cruel..." So there we all sat, in the all enveloping arms of family and friends, drunk and laughing ...Oh how many memories pour into my mind..? it was like reliving my childhood...Warren and I ,poking at dead things like we used to in the good 'ol days..
OH, and THEN there was Jesus !!! refused to get outta the van for 11 days, well he stunk like a junk yard dog, Yes He Did... HA!!!! and THE LITTLE DEARS WERE 1000 YEARS OLD; the poor things, AN !!!!!
HAVE NO TEETH HA!!!!!!!!!!! not one in their precious heads..." Jesus thought, hand on the door handle. Jesus opens the door...


Venus " whom caused all this really" said: " Man! Lookie over there will y'all... Jesus is rising...

Death said: " Well this should be an interesting afternoon after all..HEY Jesus, wouldn't be so kind as to wait ohhh about 10 minutes..Yeah there by the van, I wanna make us all some Vodka martini's ... You know, wouldn't want to NOT have a drink in my hand for this one... what ?
...hummm? martini's ! Cool and deadly... you know ...One is not enough and three is too many...comeoooooonnnn, OK HEY Jesus!!! Wait...

Little Moco's herd the click before Meirdina, and gave the agreed to signal : three short, one long and wheezing sound...
They started the run towards the van, saw Jesus , all skinny and pale, Mierdina growled..." Growl...grrrrrrrr...growlllll.."

Domingo said: " The brother has lost some weight and meditated on the fear and worked thru it man, a little I never say no, I say " Thank you " chant and...

Death interrupted: Blah blah blah...Listen...shut your mouth...Zipp! That's a chap, Now come with me I need help mixing, you like one olive or two...? I love three It's sooo Humphrey Bogart, No ?..."

Domingo said : " Well huuh, I like those little onions really and..."
And Death said " YeeeeH, Onions ? You really know how to thoroughly destroy one of the greatest inventions known to man...Cretin..come on...Jesus is freaked and I wouldn't miss this for the world !!! Just Think, Years of stories Of Jesus and the toothless poodles !!! Ha!!! that's funny as hell !!! " Slapping Domingo on the back. Domingo winced...

Dave said: " I'm gonna fire up the barbecue...Whattya all say to a little Dave's ultra hot
Red Klingon flaming death pig ribs and and nice watercress salad with pine nuts and basil...??MMmMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmMMMMMMM. " To the gaping watery mouthed crew...

Jesus herd the click of the door lock, and gave the necessary " Lift up and to the right ",
push. The door to salvation, a hot bath and Jesus thought he'd herd fragment of " Flaming Klingon ribs " oh man, I hope their cow ribs.. I love that sauce..." said Jesus, staring at the spot where there didn't used to be light, seeping threw the just cracked door...

Little Moco' reached the van first and busted out with the loudest wheeze he could muster to alert Mierdina that the escape root was cut, and the plan " X " was in motion...Jesus had no way out
" Got ya trapped like the rat bastard you are... HEE Hee HEE Grrrr- wheezzz...

John Kline stood a bit behind the old sticker bush tree, and watched Meirdina, and said " Gotta do something about por fuckin' wacked out Jesus. Brother's a mess...", so he did...


to be continued...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level
C 2008 spl " On ..."The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death "
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" ...On, mean girl's, dog's and stuff...."

Word of the day...

Impunity ( im-pu-ni-ty )
noun
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2. Immunity from detrimental effects,
as of an action

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J.Level

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Dentists are nothing but sadists

with big Labrador retrievers walking around

the office shedding hair.

Then, he dances upon the desk

a happy dance singing that

phrase..." another seven months of boat

payments..."

I will show up at 8:00am

I will fill out the paperwork

I will sit there and watch the

smoke pour from my mouth....

I will smile more.

He will smile more...

Dentists are f^%$ing sadists.

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

I am putting up all of "On... the freak show and
it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death "
for y'all to read or re-read....
51 chapters on the continuing exploits of Death and Jesus
and that all spun around love rumour... So click the keyword below...
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pour yourself a martini and read on....
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( and it's rough and copy written....enjoy ! )

Be well todo mundo...

J.Level

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...on " The Freakshow, and it's passing thru the Valley of the showdow of death....part 1," The first night in town..."

The gig had been booked for months. Death smiled a rare smile.
" Home..." thought Death.

...6 days in a 1960 Volkswagen camper.
Death shared her
with Jesus,
Dave,
Jon Kline,
Venus " Who Caused all this really, "
and Domingo, the voice of reason.

A minor prophet. A magic person

and dear friend of Jesus...
They traveled that rural route

many a time.
Death drove. He trusted nobody
with " My Baby ," he called her," My Baby ," lovingly.
Thus Death wrote the tune...
" First we going to "The Thing", way out there on hyway 10.
...Then to the Dinosaur on hyway 15 ta ol' San Diego....
Then WE ARE stopping at Stucky's for nut logs....."
The gang sighed collectively.
".... ahhhhh, the road to The Valley of the Shadow of Death
is gonna be a long one, my friends, I suggest we practice
the fine art of saying " thank you " instead of " no ,"

said Domingo,
always the calm
before the storm...

Paralyzed at a Stucky's, somewhere in Banning, Death returns.
..." Look !!!!!!! Shells with spring google eyes...!!!! Way out here in the desert...
Amazing to think this all.....", spreading his boney arms to take in "all "
"...Used to be an ocean....!" sceeeched Death, joyfully.

They were somewhere between Banning and Barstow,
Hell, in it's purest form...
"...Motherfuckin' hot..." said Venus "who caused all of this really ."
" Hey Dave, pass me that big green sweater, will ya ?.
It's a little chilly, no ? ..." said Death,
to nobody in particular....
...and it was the dog, Neng who became aware of the noise as the
miles passed, but said nothing. That THUNK Thunk THUNK sound,
he'd heard it before.
" ...Sucked a valve...so we did.
Hope I got my fone...." he thought.

"... Not my job to be more intelligent
than my owner.
Aint' sayin' nothin', so I'm not. " Said Neng.
Breaking the silence, they talked quietly...
Jesus agreed, but Dave an
Venus " who caused of all this really... "
and John Kline
were divided. As usual.

Nothing was said.
And all slept, except Domingo...
who read Cervantes,
between the the passing
hiway lites.
It would be a long night
driving thru the deserts of California and Arizona...

Domingo, comfortable anywhere there were
friends and dogs
pulled his hat down over
his eyes
looking thru the slit of failing southwest lite
reflecting off the long rectangular mirror
of the narrow closet door that banged open now
and then
until he closed his eyes
and dreamed.....
...and Death drove on...



Be well todo mundo
J.Level
©spl2007 " The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of The Shadow of Death " Chapters 1-52
foto: Fresno city hall

...There will be no more clean windows.
Due to the power vacuum left behind after
the fall of the leader it becomes a freak show
with all showing their true political stances,
prejudices and intolerance's.
Gossip abounds. Rumors lead to hostilities,
which led to internal strife...lots of back stabbing
and back talking. A freak show, as all know
that have read even a few entries in this long
rant on the life of this poor, but famous artist in exile...
freak shows are and have been the common thread
thru out the many years I have been on this journey

...When life deals one a hand of freaks,
one would be well advised to make a freak show...
I have. Seems to be going well enough, so it is.
Dysfunctional ?
Probably.

So, forget the windows.
Nobodies showing up to clean them.


...and to you Jamal Mohammad,
how's the shop coming along...?

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...60 and cloudy in the Emerald city.
That cosmic thing has swallowed up my beloved wallet.
The one I commandeered from my most lovely wife Yoly...
back, way back in another life long long ago.
" Is that passion still there Jess ?
You know that passion to be there, and deal ? "
I got myself asked today.
I had " The face ", goin' in today, so I did.

Been a month of freak show quality exile.
If not the girl, then the boss goin' MIA...
The other boss falls off a roof and is recovering, yet the business
which usually booms about now, ha muerto.
Curious.

Loss.
A big one this time.
Tired of loss Rosa Maria Valdes M.
Big change a commin' I feel.
" Mars is just hangin' there makin' a mess of things"
sez Steel...
Yikes.
Wall Street.
This odd country.
Little kids running a country ?
Doomed ?
Probably.
Buy art NOW !!!
http://www.jlevel.blogspot.com

Try and be well todo mundo.
Be well the rebels of Libya....

J. Level














No one can say... " Jess ? Poker face ? Hummmm...
No ? Definitively no...."

On the $th of July...

Two wars, untold numbers of "actions" both declared and Un....
( I'm giving a thumbs up for the Libyan action...
by the way......)
Countries broke both financially and morally.
Rednecks and patriots screamed and waved flags
in the streets of Amerika after the news that a man
had been summarily executed in Pakistan...Who dances
with their children on their shoulders to celebrate
the death and not the winning of a trial
held in a court of law with a jury, a flag, and a foto
of Barack Obama hangin' somewhere in the room ?

No work. States are passing horrific immigration laws
making it basically illegal to be brown...to make
work for the local folks that wouldn't mow a lawn,
let alone harvest the food for a country ?
Arizona, Georgia, S. Carolina, Utah, Oklahoma
An don't forget Alabama, still hatin' somebody, so they are...
...shame on you.
No human being is illegal.

And now we approach the $th of July in Amerika.
They will celebrate the deaths.
They will celebrate the wars.
They will wave flags and drink, drink and drink beer.
Speeches ment to inspire will be made, and all will
stare into the night sky in awe of the explosions...
(...and damned glad their not missiles, fired from a drone
being controlled by a guy 14,000 miles away, at their
homes...).
Independence day in Amerika,
and in my most humble opinion...
Amerika should be apologizing
for the shape of the world, and not
celebrating " freedom ", war and death.

"....unless every ones free,
then there ain't' a free man walking,
so there's not. "
Some idealist said that and I agree,
ma o meno....

Oh, and the Apple store will be open.
Nothing patriotic about that.
Steve Jobs.
Now there's a brother that would agree with this
poor, but famous artist in exile, so he would.
Yikes !.

Be well Idiot Amerika.
Be well rebels of Libya.
Be well todo mundo.

J.Level

Hardly summer in Emerald city.
Yard sales and clouds an rain....
the rest of the country bakes.
We are blessed,
yet it's a darkish blessed.

...Caught myself thinking of my friend Jamal Mohammad
whom now resides in Benghazi and his record store dream.
His stories of Venice beach in the 80's in which he and his family travel,
and rent an apartment at the beach... Jamal Mohammad
wanders off to see the " real Venice " an ends up at Tower records
where his mind was blown. That mind blowing would fuel many trips and traps
that barrel on and on til' the end, Madrid 2007, where we meet in a
concentration camp in southern Spain...He was being deported,
and the State was teaching me a valuable lesson...
They taught me tact. No confrontations. No accusations.
Allegations ? That's a whole other story..
I don't know what Jamal Mohammad learned ?
Indigence maybe ?
I will ask him when I see him.

...When the dust settles and the brothers clean things up
I am invited to have a show in his record shop...
I look very much forward to that day
Jamal Mohammad, so I do.

Be well Rebels of Libya
Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

Foto: " Ah- yeah...Ahhh- hey listen, I'm on a ladder, can I call ya back ? "
8"x 5" tempra, ink on paper 200$usd ©2011 spljpl

Still here....

Sunday and we're mostly still here.
The parking I was hoping to enjoy...
Oh well, I can still park down the block...


be well todo mundo...

J. Level

foto; J.Level 2011

We are all still remembering to be Libyans today, no ?

Be well Libya,
be well todo mundo,

J. Level

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" Dude, if yer gonna be weird
yer gonna have to expect some...
questions, no ? "


be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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on..." The two parts of Charlie " Part two...

Up the path to the front door, Juanita... ( not her real name )
passes the cage....That's when the screaming began.
Doors slammin' and still no sign of Mari Sol ( not her real name).
She had apparently " finished " her "gardening" and retired ?
Walking up on the crime scene, noticed was this...
A combination lock which was rarely locked...was.
The poor, once evil bird was facing northeast and
south east, respectively, (thus the title), and there
was no sign that the bars of the cage had been wide enough
at any point to have pulled the poor evil bird thru... Was
Mari Sol responsible for leaving the cage open then wandering upstairs ?
Did she forget she'd left the cage open, allowing say, one of the feral
cats, or a regular raccoon access ? Did she return to find the gruesome
crime scene and simply lock the combination lock and go into
" I'm sick " mode...?
Probably.

So, with pandemonium reining over the house, and Mari Sol remaining
MIA, the propaganda machine goes into high gear.
A story is spun ...(and this would
happen a couple months later, after every possible conspiracy
theory was lofted about...this is the one they agreed on...)

..." A giant 6' tall raccoon comes outta the bushes after Mari Sol
goes upstairs and with his nimble little fingers and superior
knowledge of lock picking, opened the cage door, grabbed Charlie,
ate um' ( leaving the bird on the north side of the cage ) then carefully
closes the cage door, replaces the lock, locks it, and slips unseen
back into the brush.. "
The perfect crime...

Juanita bought that. Huh.
I had mentioned the other side of that story...
the one that was more obvious...
And became the pariah...so I did.
All good. Set the stage for the next 18 months
and then the final insult, Juanita (not her real name)
burned me for my deposit....Huh.

Mari Sol, (not her real name) never copped to it.
Juanita, ( not her real name ) believes that there's a 6' tall raccoon somewhere
back there in the yard, waiting....
Pepe, (not his real name) still suffers CEBS
(Constant Estrogen Bombardment Syndrome) from both sides...
Poor Pepe. We're all looking for the cure, so we are.

I have gained a wealth of material y'all will be reading
for years...oh ! got burnt for my cool leather vest
and 500$ US samolians, so I did...
The freak show continues friends....

Be uber well todo mundo,

J.Level

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