...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

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
©spl2007
foto: Dave Hunt

28.11.07
Uvieu,España

I've trusted a painting to the post office in España
Has'nt reached America yet. Probably could have swam
there faster.... or maybe..?
Be cool my brother, we aint' the third world
but you can see it from here...

Be well todo mundo.....
J.Level

foto: Davanport historical socitiy

on.. " The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the shadow of Death "...Part 3 " Busted in Del Rio "

22.11.07
Uvieu,España

" License and registration please... " said officer Gogenfeild
The Texas hyway patrol cop to Death, whom was in shock...
" ... Well, got this crew in the back... Domingo, he's probably
got about a pound of weed and god knows what else...
Jesus... he's cool. Jon Kline and Dave... ummmmmm
and Venus " The one who caused all this really "...she's
an evidence bomb... " thought Death.
" ... Is there some problem officer....? " Smiled Death..
" ...You gotta brake light out..." said officer Gogenfeild, dryly, not looking up.
" Your named Death ? " he asked Death, now visibly sweating bullets....
" Aaahhhh- Yes. I am named Death. " said Death.
" Death ? No last name ? Just Death. D-E-A-T-H...? " quizzed Officer Gogenfeild...
" Ahhhhh-Yes. Just Death. D-E-A-T-H . Like Prince... you know..." smiled Death.

Death, Domingo
Jesus, John Kline
Dave and Venus " whom caused all this really "
sat in a holding cell in the Del Rio, Texas city jail.
" Well... ", said John Kline after a long pregnant silence....
" ...this is another fine mess you've gotten us into...." he said, staring at Death...
" ... You were there. The man was an idiot...
Who doesn't know who Death is...hummm?
Pretty simple, one day your out back choppin'
at a hedge with a weed wacker
and the next minuet your in the station wagon with me,
Death. Your goin', end of story.
Sure there's questions, and boy have I heard them all...
So, I made a tape. Pretty much yer " FAQ's " you know,
" Why me ? "
" Why now ? "
" There must be some mistake...."... justified Death, weakly.
" You acted deplorably ", said Jesus, meekly.
" Ahh you shoulda' punched the stupid fucker " said Venus
" whom caused all this really "....
" All good. Now whom is calling whom to get us the hell
outta here ????...." said John Kline
" Anybody let out the dog ?......" asks Jesus, always concerned...

...The dog crawls out from under the passenger seat
sniffin' around...
" Gotta piss "...pawin' at the sliding passenger window.
He lands onto the asfalt lot filled with old rusty and destroyed cars
Sniffin' around
sniffin' around
" JO ! we got towed... just can't smoke that
shit....can't remember much more than Death

climbing outta the van, then a panicked scuffle

and " No!!! be cool,be cool....NO! NO! NO!..."
Time for emergency plan B
sniffin around
sniffin' around... " Ahhh, That way..." said Neng
catchin' the scent...
"... stupid S.O.B sometimes, that one, Death "
" Hello, Beni... Neng here, listen... yeah.... hu huh..
all 6 of them...yep...like the whole freak shows in the klink...
....hu huh...fine.
Take a note
City Jail, Del Rio.... Yes, that's Texas...
Huh, I said the same thing...
stupid son of a bitch...." said Neng
putting away the cell fone....
pissin' on a pole... " well, now what ?...


to be continued...

Be well todo mundo.
J. Level
©spl2007
foto: I H S

So... It's Xmas in the rainy city....again.

21.11.07
Uvieu,España

The angry drunken Santa's took their places
on the Elvis like thrones
I was buying milk in the
Supercor...
Kid's commenting
" He's drunk, and smells like a dog......." cried little Timmy
" He asked me if I knew your PIN...waaannnnnnnaaaa !!!!! Mama !!!!!"
" waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! Santa grabbed my butt !!!!!!!!!!!!"

The dog was obvilious
Pissin' on the tire of the
Santa truck
Three bums unloading
the decorations....
" I hate fuckin' Xmas... " growled Konan
the name I'd given him.
" I always stay super fucked up all day...." confessed "Earl"
the name I'd given him.

The store windows done
The drunken, angry Santa's seated
It's Xmas again
And as always I have'nt booked
my flight to Morrocco
ain't no Xmas there...so there aint'

USELESS DATA:

They sell more beer durning Xmas
in this weird and beautiful country
than they do all summer.

The Supercor, they raise all the Xmas prices
EXCEPT... alcohol. No suprise there.

I'm not into Xmas, so I'm not.


The Freakshow continues...

J.Level

©spl2007

monday in the barrio.....

19.11.07
Uvieu,España

Under water this morning in the rainy city.
Another monday.
My mind may be found in various sites
California
Oregon
Santa Ana

The girl sleeps...
all's good...

All good.

be well todo mundo...
J.Level

foto:" See no evil...." 20x14cm ink/WC/paper 400euros
©spl2007

On... " The Freakshow, and it's passing thru the Valley of of the shadow of Death..." Part 2 " The road ain't what it used to be..."

16.11.07
Uvieu, España

...Domingo was dreaming of a mild breeze
cooling everything, and bringing the attitudes to the
point of true reflection...
..." I never say no, I say Thank you...
..." I never say no, I say Thank you...

Death screamed.
" Mi caga en su puta madre !!!!"
" If you don't cooperate I'M goooonaaaaaaa...."
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ! "
Domingo, awake, and parting the curtins
looks out on the feet of Death
pokin' out from under the van...
" AAAAAAAAAAhgGGGGGGGGh!!!!!!
I condem you the the depths of hell you bastard peice of shit "
Screamed Death...

Domingo took it all in.
Dave, Jesus and Venus " who caused all this really..."
slept on,
" Oh No ! we're in Texas.. got a van loaded with freaks
broke down in... Hey ! Hey Death!!! We're in Texas... ?
" Ahhhhhhhgh ! que puta meirda es eso !!! Eh? Te mata!!!!
ahhhh- yes, we are in Texas... Gran, i think..." yelled Death.
"... Texas..." recited Domingo to Neng , the dog.

"... Welp, that's it. Sucked a valve and we begin another chapter in this
rolling freakshow, Domingo, my old friend.
How many times have we sat right here, same problem, how many times?... "
asked Death.
"... remember Amerillo, in 78'..." asked Domingo.
" JO !!, don't remind me. My head still hurts form that poison..." groned Death
" ......Ahhh," come from a sleeping bag in the loft
"... Son of God tryin' to sleep here... Shut up already...hummmm? "
said Jesus.
Death and Domingo got up and out.
" So, the same game, ok ? We're from Canada. Everybody like's Canadians...
AND for christ's sake don't light that up here !!!!. Are ya nut's or something ?????"
screamed Death.
" Tranky tio...."
Death and Domingo walk on looking for a machine shop
In Gran ,Texas....
The locals starin' " Getta load a that crew, there Cleteis..."
Said a Texan, boots, hat and all...
"...Just keep walkin, man...all good all good..." said Domingo to Death...



be well todo mundo...
J.Level

c spl2007
foto:btf 1959

My Experts no.54

12.11.07
Uvieu,España

... Been a long emotional week " Style666 "
My strange christan fundimentalist friend...
Yes, I said friend...your a weird one.

Smokin' and watching "The Real King"
Don Juan Carlos de Burbon
pointing his finger at the pudgy
lil' dictator..only falt a dope slap or two
on the little screen about 8:00 am...
Sin Chan, who's spanish is perfect,
is wooo-oooing....
Transformers transforming...
and from the other side
of the world has come some
new emotions
My experts are examining them
indepth indepth indepth
as we speak....

" Tread litely..." sez Dr. R.K.Kline
" FEAR NO EVIL..." conclued Dr. Maniovich
" I'm assuming all the responsiblity for further research...." brags Dr. Craston Reiles-Sandsdown, the London invitee.
" This will change life on Earth as we know it...." squeeeeked Dr.P.Lesli Meier, smiling....
These are the first reports...

"..... All's well Jess...We're blessed and Immortal
more or less...All will fall into it's place...
now cut me loose from
this leash, Got butts ta sniff...
times smells missed... sabes ?
Helioe, our dog
A " Westi"
a fashion dog
said to me....

He's usually right,so he is...

Be well todo mundo.
J.Level
C.2007

...On the hill, waiting...

10.11.07
Uvieu,España

...I'm standing on this hill
and theres nothing for miles and miles
brought these paintings along
and the Led Zeppelin tapes...
"!!!! Compra algo Tio !!!!!! "
I yelled into the wind...
now, I'm waitin'
for them to get back to me
Surely it'll be any second now....
humm hummmm huummmm......

Waiting on a hill in the
middle of nowhere.
Wish you were here
Domingo, my dear old friend...

Try and be well todo mundo.
J.Level

foto: " Compra algo tio !!!" 60x17 cm ink/watercolour/ paper
©spl2007

On..." trailers, cardboard boxes and the winds of the past..."

09.11.07
Uvieu,España

Hot dry wind a blowin', Domingo,
my dear old friend.
blowin' and blowin
things around
unexpectedly
rearanging the importance
renumbering the Lists...

" The Lists...?"
" The Master Plan...."
" OOOOH, The Master Plan..."

My list was pretty basic;

1) Survive
2) Paint
3) Paint and talk about the paintings
4) Obtain the ability to transform thoughts into words,and words into art accessible to everyone
5) Sell the art, write the books and plays, make the movies, install myself forever
6) Find The Girl, and and live happily ever after.

That wind has added and taken away
from the lists Domingo, my dear old friend.
Added another to my world
one that can help me remember
one that can help me forget...

Ya know...?
I'm just gonna sit here,
And why don't you just sit yerself down
and roll us up another Domingo,
and I'll tell you a story about a trailer
that usta sit right over there....and another
about Love and miricles and a Girl that looks
like a movie star....

...It's 1963 or so, I'm a foot and a half tall
sittin' in a cardboard box with Eddie
next to the trailer, was probably hot like africa hot
My Father and his friends are
buildin' Claude's house out there
in Yucca Valley
a long time ago.....

Be well todo mundo.
J.Level

©spl2007
Foto; B.N.

...a head half full

8.11.07
Uvieu,España

Head half full
in need of anutha' cup-o-joe
.....
The paint aint' flowin'
gots lots on the brain
half full.

"...Jess..."
"................."
" ..Jess...? "
"................"

Am lookin' to paint something
12' x 10 '
thats big
Where ?
Heads half full...
all good...
Another, Domingo
my dear friend...
do us up another....

Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
Drawing; "Bar Manolo" 60x17 cm Ink/watercolour/paper
foto:©spl2007

" ...In the Fontan with Helieo..."

07.11.07
Uvieu,España

A new painting had an effect on a citizen,
whom crossed into another world
to make her thoughts known
" Without middlemen.." she said.
I heard her out, and told her
she was " probably right..."
She walked with her little weird dog
I watched unitl she turned the corner....

No idea who she was. She ambushed me.
she thought the painting of " A Man Juggling Cats "
was " ...Crule, and in poor taste for someone whom
claims to be fond of cats..." unquote.
I was fighting with another señora
in the Fontan thursday market
for the last of the little red potatoes
The Girl likes so much...
The señora bought um' all...
" Drats !!! " I said.
Marisol, the señora, smiled and waddled away with
the spoils of Vegetable war...

Then this one...standing behind me.
" Maybe you should paint seascapes,
or something less violent...." she said.

"...Hard being You sometimes...Hummmm? Jess..."
Helio, the Westi dog of ours
said to me while
pissin' on a trash can...


Be well todo mundo.....
J.Level
foto: " Takin'it all when we go.." 20x17 cm ink/watercolour/paper
©spl2006

On..." Vicent, Trains and the joys of being two feet tall..."

06.11.07
Uvieu,España

Summer returns to the Rainy city.
Everybodies flippin'.
To bleedin' hot for those fur coated line backin'
old ladies that crowd the sidewalks on calle Uria
The Greenbay Packers should have
such a bulky, fearsome crew.
Mink. Put's the fear of God in me,so it does.

Trees are flippin'
Birds are flippin'.
The Junkies in the Campilline...
Flipped. Really.
Hot

The dogs back. Nuf said.

Am livin' in rewind.
Hearin' an seein' things long forgotten
The work is changing to fit the moment....
At the moment I'm thinkin' on....

...A little bedroom filled with National Geographics
from the Fifties. I'm two feet tall.
a Million old ink pens.
paper clips
rubber banded postcards
Books, never knew what sorta books
but musty and numerous....
Big furniture
scrathcy mauve sofa
millions of ants
black walnuts on the lawn
Avon "Soft Shoulders"
Crisp white sheets with lace boarders
a Red light buld...
the smell of my great Grandmother's house.
On Walnut St, i think.
Maybe it was Orchard St.?
...had train tracks out behind the back garden
Once sat on those tracks listening to a bums story
Man named Vincent, and he was from Texas..
" I'm from Texas", i remember him sayin'
..." Don't talk to strangers !! " my Grandmother
scolded...giving Vicent a sandwich wrapped
in a paper napkin...taking me into the house
where I ate mine
thinking of Texas and
trains....
Years later I would experience
Texas
and trains....
I'd forgotten about Vicent
until the other day...
had forgotten alot of things
until the other day....

Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
Foto©spl2007

On..." Remembered thing's....."

05.11.07
Uvieu,España

Was reminded, this morning
about 6:00
A Monday in the barrio
In the rainy city.
Smokin' and watchin' the world
fallin' and in flames on the small screen.
drinkin' good coffee
The Kings in Mellia and Ceuta...ayyyyy mi madre...!

" Remember.....? "

" The scary back bedroom of your great Grandmother
the one with the red lightbulb...? "

" That hot little trailer out in the desert with no bathroom....?"

" Remember Xmas...? "

Yeah. Now I remember....
Those were times when I was in formation.
Who knew where this effected 70's child
was headed...At what speed ?
leavin' behind what damages ?

Tripped many traps,
Domingo, my dear friend...
The Natives would say " Tripped many traps. Many Traps..."
The road to here...
I washed up In Madrid 9 years and 28 days ago, found The Girl
after a long strange trip...and now
comencing on this
Memory rewind...
Going accompanied by a friend this time
I fear no evil.


Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
foto:©slp2006 " My Studio ,Los Monunentos,43, Oviedo,2006"

Just thought you'd like to know.....

04.11.07
Uvieu,España

This is getting old "Style666".
It really is.... Jesus is ,or was, just a dude,man...Luv ya
bro, but hey!! get a fuckin' life... hugs, Jess.
Got lots on my mind,
The girl has gone nuts,
dogs missing....
I'm being asked to reduce the
price of some painting i don't remember painting,
" But Brother" I said, "... thats not my signiture..." I said...
so I did. " All good. Take the money..." he said, without shame.

I'm exploding.
The Girl is going thru some things I'm not able to help with...
dogs missing, proably better for him...

"...Nothin' left to do but smile smile smile..."

said Jerry, back when things were
alot more simple
than they are today...

I am avaible.For hire,
to solve all the problems you have...
200 an hour.
Plus, expenses.
Just like Rockford,
whom had the good sense to live in his
trailer ALONE
and not suffer the slings
and arrows of out right NUTS...
Has everybody gone nuts and
forgotten to tell me ?
Jo!!!. Got lots to do... I always have a back up plan,
the ambush is always taken as such,
an ambush. Emotional, physcial,
spirtual...
I've learned to be ready....
Hard gig.
Low Pay. Lot's of stupid things..
just lil thangs, But thangs, noen the less....
Hard Gig.com
Kid's ....
don't try this at home.
Trust me,
I'm a professional.

J.Level

Just thinkin of you.......

03.11.07
Uvieu,España

Going thru the lists, i come acrossed this painting.
I've no idea, well aliitle idea, where the poor thing is.
Many in this situation, 86, to be exact...
I feel they are hidden behind sofas,and in garages,
in little spanish villages
La Reguras ( 81 oils 43 drawings)
Las Vegas ( 4 oils )
Naranco ( 30 unfinished oils )
all beautiful places...

Just thinking of YOU, señora.
the world aint' the huge place is was a year ago...
We will see those paintings again.
they can't stay hidden forever in a
little tiny place like España...
about the size of Texas, to be exact.....

Be well todo mundo....
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)
Painting: " Los Molinos " 54x63 oil/linen whereabouts "Unknown"...
foto©spl2006

" A continuacion...Dia de los defuntos...." part 2

02.11.07
Uvie′u,España

Weird day in the barrio
Day of the Dead, you know...
" The Grateful Dead ? "
asked and answered...Next question...
The WORLD, in it's smallness,
yeilds yet another divine connection.
No names, but Brother,
the future just took on another facet,
in this -O- ( Insert your personal discription here... )
this life o mine.
I am content,
I am one more today.

Though distances are long while peerin at that
curved world map...
It' really not that big.
Trust me on this,
I am a professional...

Onto the plane in LA>Bilbao( or Madrid )>underground ( same building Madrid or Bilabo ) to train station>Train to Oviedo>
We'll be waitin'...becouse you called,
and said you were here...
About 17 hours... LA, to the house in the Fontan..

" was an adventure... No? "
" I thought it would take longer..."
" another beer...?"
" Yeah... and some more of that strange ham...Hummmm? "

.
Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
(Jlevel77@yahoo.com)
drawing: " Yellow sculpture no 2 " 20x24 cm gouche/paper 300 euros
foto:©spl2007

The Day of the Dead

01.11.07
Uvieu,España

" Not Halloween ?"
" No, The Day Of the Dead..."
" ...The Grateful Dead ? "
"... No, It's much more freakie than that...."
" Oh....."

be well todo mundo,
J.Level

Painting: (detail)" My Rep, Don Miguel " 70x60 oil/canvas 900 euros
foto©spl2006

" On .... The balcony, Domingo and the cards delt..."

30.10.07
Uvieu,España

Sat out on the balony
we watched the sun go down and
smoked and talked
we came to some conclusions
We are freakies.
We accept our lot.
Could be worse....no?

Thinkin' of you,
Domingo,
my dear old friend....


Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
(J.Level77@yahoo.com)
Drawing: " El Balcon' 50x20cm guoche/paper 400 euros
foto©spl2006

...Another sunday in the barrio

27.10.07
Uvieu,España

So, all is back to " normal ".
We are bullet proof.
The waves that have caused us
to escape to the country
were surfed with a sence
of humor and ironry...

"... We're so lucky..."
"... Always have been...."
"... Yeah..."
"...I love you alot."

Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
drawing: "Guy in Tires" 24x17cm ink/paper 300 euros
foto©spl2006

... A normal guy named Jesus....

25.10.07
Uvieu,España

My Dear pissed off reader,
It is not often i have the opportunity to explain what I write,
and I thank you for your advice...
BUT, your not my Father. My father is an older man,
a diplomat, and I believe, nothing like yourself... " Style666"

" A normal guy named Jesus "
Just a story. A series of stories, where I'm just showing from an artistic and creative point
of view, THAT all, that's all famous or known people
are just that...People. Jesus, The Guy , in the present day, would have to go to the bank,
buy underware
pay bills
stand in lines
buy cars and gas
and parts in
" Jebb's U-pull it "...
Just a guy.
The stories of Jesus buying arms and granades...
Always very polite.
Just excersizing (? sorry) his right to bare arms...
as Jesus lives in America
On 12th...
has a lawn and a morgage...
and soon....
Maybe a 65' Rambler
who knows....

.... So, be as pissed off as you have too, " Style666"
I have had bigger, meaner,
and more
powerful folks pissed at me...
Huh, Like the country of Spain,
for example.
They, eventually, will get over it.
You will too. Trust me
I am a professional.


Be well todo mundo.
J.Level
(Jlevel77@yahoo.com)
Painting: " Up on the roof with Dan no.5"
foto©spl2006

Up on the roof with Dan..........

Uvieu,España

We sat and talked
until the sun was fallin' and orange...
Drank and remenis
Chuck
Paul
Gene
and the rest of that old crew.......

We are more famous now
older and wiser
and we still want
to film the last second....
Where?
America?
a thought thought.
Spain,?
a weird and beautifully
strange stage....

Up on the roof with Dan,
I felt as if time had regressed
I was 25 again
and all was right with the world.


be well todo mundo....
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)
Painting: " Up on the roof withDan" 30x25 ink/water colour 300 euros
foto©spl2006

....Another Sunday in the barrio

Uvieu,España

We did not go to the rastro
of the Gita
nos in the Campilline
A rare sunday
in the barrio.

Sat and smoked
wrote another Death and Jesus story
sent many people some fotos of
work still lookin
for homes...
We watched bad spanish TV.

Everything and everyone gotta bath.

we did'nt go to the rastro of the Gatanos.
"... and i gotta bath, you bastard ! ."
Helio, the dog said to me...
growlin' alittle.


Be well todo mundo.
J.Level (jlevel77@yahoo.com)
Painting: Cat on table" 120x90 oil (sold)
foto©spl2006

A Foto by Avid....

21.10.07
Uvieu,España

Was sent this not long ago.
Thats the beach in Oregon, something like 18
years ago. Two cool guys... so we were.
That cool Volvo wagon...Have never driven
anything like it... a cool Volvo.

One may see more at:

Artbyavid.com

....Sunday in the rainy city,
The Girl and I are fine....
And you, Marco ?
We are with you my Brother...


Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)

9 years.....

19.10.07
Uvieu,España

9 years ago, my hair was black.
Washed up onto the beach about 4:00pm.
Washed up in Madrid.
We smoked in Puerto Del Sol...
" Now what ?"....I asked strange Venus
" To the Hotel Europa !!! of course... " sword drawn
Venus leds the way...

9 years later, my hair is gray.
Venus is long gone, and a 1000 paintings
have changed hands how many times over.....

I've The Girl
the little white dog
that huge roll of surreal art
and abouta millon words written on this
Weird and beautiful country... In which I remain
hopeful
respectfully indignant / content / fucked,
but content...
" Been a long hard ride, Domingo, so it has..."

I stood last July in the scorching heat
of Madrid's smoggy mid day rush
acrossed from the old Hotel Europa..
Kilometer 0
"... So, Brother..."
I said to myself,
" ...Been a freakshow gettin to this point,
back to the beginning again..."
I
said
to
myself...

The battle for position and knowledge
and the cultures constantly changing currents
The ripp tides and sharks have this poor artist
alittle worn
alittle tired
but only alittle tired
alittle worn....huh, thats nothin'.

"... Que tal oh..? "
"...Bien.Bien. Jodido, pero contento. Como todos..."
( Good.Good...fucked, but content, like everybody...)

Will go to "The Paloma" today and see Pepe,
the first to pour this artist a beer
in the rainy city
long ago.
He will ask, as always,
" How long ? "
" 9 years... " i'll say
...and Pepe will pour a beer we'll sit and talk
of fights and floods
art and shoes
mean girls and dogs
food and Juan Falcon
and España...
and of what a weird and beautiful place
we washed up onto long,
long ago...


I'm going back to bed.
It's 6:47 am.
The Girls there,
and it's always warm
and safe
Safe and warm....

Blessed ? You bet.
The Freakshow continues...

Be well todo Mundo...
J.Level
( Jlevel77@yahoo.com)
Painting:" Manoline Sculpture" 56x46cm oil/palaster/canvas
photo ©spl2007

NOTE: OK," T.I.D" of Portland, Maine. The stories
about Death and Jesus will continue. They will be
"happier and more socially relevant..." Yes, I painted that mural
in Malaga, and thanks for the foto. No. I've no plans to return
to America ever. You are a minor God... J.Level

There are worse things....

17.10.07
Uvieu, España

Rainin' and far from the house
I find myself on a bus...
" There are worse things Brother..."
Not thinkin' in what the clouds mean
nor why their there
Their there.

Things rust.
Everything is based on the intrest
and / or
the ability of others to see the value
in the rusty thing.
I see art
a table base
lampshade
Coat rack...

Some just see rusty junk
and throw the shit out.

That Sax,
those brushes
them words ...
those poems
them films of dreams ...

Roll us uppa' 'nother
Domingo.... Things could be worse.
Look....
but don't look to hard. You are loved,
and respected by many more
than yer thinkin'
so you is....

Be well todo mundo...
J. Level
(Jlevel77@yahoo.com)

"...The State speaks...."

17.10.07
Uvieu,España

The City accountant is speaking with the Judge....
" Why didn't you just cruxify the Brother...?
Woulda been alot cheaper...."


J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)

The Yahoo Family, Photo of

12.10.07
Uvieu,España

So they did it again. I have been censored for surrendering
to the Racists at Yahoo Answers. This time it was by some
intolerant moron named "Charles 0". Stay where you are, Charles 0.
With the trailer almost payed for and a case of tall boys in the fridge...
The Yahoo Family. They say "community" all good. A community of racist hateful
types... Hiel Yahoo. I am blessed to not be a part of that mentallity.
Hey Yahoo... Fuck you...


J.Level

NEXT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

08.10.07
Uvieu,España

Waited all day in line for this ?


Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)
painting: " NEXT !!!! " 40x90cm oil/canvas (Sold)

" Another Stolen Painting"

06.10.07
Uvieu, España.


Another...

....Video schmenge....

05.10.07
Uvieu,España

Life
it is a video game,
always lookin' for a door,
a zombie
always lookin
for you.
Video game
Lookin' for the exit
got me an aray of
powers and weapons
CLICK
a big zombie blaster
CLICK
a pen
a sign
flag
song
paint brush
bottle
a book
a freshly baked rubarb pie...



Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
(Jlevel77@yahoo.com) A painting

painting: " Compra algo tio!! no.6 "
a destroyed painting 06.08.06

" on...Drugs or Jesus " part 1

03.10.07
Uvieu, España

The sweaty little man was the negociator.
" Damn !! a "Jumper" Damn !!! Damn !!! oooo Donuts..." Stopping the big Ford at the light.

Dave sat calmly out on the ledge of his 7th floor office window.
" Nice day out here... " thought Dave. It had not been the best of days.

It started this morning about 8:00. Shelia was mad, and stomping around...
" Mean as a snake ! ", he'd said to Allen, the copy guy. The drive to work,
" 8 miles ...1 hour 14 minutes... " thought Dave sitting in his now parked car.
" 12 minutes late ", reflected Dave

He'd clocked in under the vulture like stare of Mrs. Wilstine, the boss's secretary.
" The woman looks like a wet rat...." he'd said drunkenly, at the 2005 Xmas party.
It had not gone unheard... Mrs. Wilstine had vowed revenge...her list was very long
of terrible things she'd planned for " that heathen dog " Dave Kline...

Dave office mates were being childishly crule. " Is this my coffee cup ???!! ", growled Dave
looking around the office. " That Jon Ishmal... a deliquent...", thought Dave. Dave sat down to work...
Three sucessive phone calls told him, " This is going to be a long day ". Dave looked out the window,
got up and befor anyone could get a word out aginst this silly plan.." Well that was easier than
i thought it'd be...huh....", Dave said, getting comfortable out on the ledge.

(End of part 1)


Be well todo mundo
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)
" on..Drugs or Jesus " ©spl2007

" My Public Apoligy "

25.09.07
Uvieu,España


Recived a note from the folks at Yahoo. Someone was offened by something I wrote and ratted me out.
I wrote " You are a racist moron...and not illegal ? Go figure." The indignant, asked about illegal aliens remaining " Criminals"
even after 10-20 years in America..." The indignant went on about pell grants, and Washington's "Dream plan..." blah blah blah....Another one that deserves to be where he is. A trailer park, a case a tall boys, and thank God, no passport. Enjoy.

Everyone is aware of my story, you know R.M.V.M, The State, The Sub Delegation, cops , lawyers , concentration camps, failed deportation flights...And, The Girl, My lawyers, The Fat Angel Cop whom pocketed my passport, thus saving my ass, and the eventual surrender by The State, my papers, and the right to get back to the life I'd been living for the past 8 years....I am blessed, and where i wish to be. 8 years without documents, and never felt illegal. Well, I write some things that piss a few folks off, like the Racist moron " Allen-a " for example... breath Allen ...deep breaths brother... there ya go, yer doin' fine....
" NO HUMAN BEING IS ILLEGAL." I wrote. OOOPS!, was that a crime...?

Everyone knows that racist morons are like cancer... But the "Yahoo family", they evidently don't... deep breaths Allan-a. Deep breaths....

Be well todo mundo... you too Allan -A.

J.Level
(Jlevel77@yahoo.com)

...Sittin' with Jorge, Patchi and Dan...

25.09.07
Uvieu,España

The boys invited me to have a sit.
" Been readin' yer stuff..." said Jorge.
" Where yer headed, my young friend,
may get your ass in the ringer... aahh,
yer understandin' what i'm tryin' ta git across
to ya chaval...? " he asked...

pregnant silence

The silence was broken by Dan,
" Gotta lite ? " he asked.
" Way I see it, you've been fucked. Gonna be fucked,
and hell, who has'nt been fucked ? Get over it.... " Dan...growled.
" Leave the brother be..." spouted Patchi, reacing acrossed
and giving me a dope slap...
" Listen you little moron, ( dope slap)
what you got here now is... ( " ...yeah , thanks. Puff- cough)
excuse me... cough-hac-hacka-cough..great- cough -shit- hack-man...
Where was i ? cough...
oh, yeah...(dope slap )
What you have here is not only those documents,
but the bleedin' right TO GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!!!
(5 consectutive dope slaps)...Patchi injected " lovingly".

I have learned there many ways to see a thing...
an occurance
a play, a tragady
a friend, an atrocity, a scam,
a dope slap ..or 7, from a loving friend

" Time to get on with it already..." i said.
" Probably time..." weezed Patchi.
" Yep." coughed Dan.
" Hey ! let's go drink some beers...." invited Jorge...



be well todo mundo...
J.Level
the painting:" Jorge, Patchi, Dan an I, in Alives, España
2004..." 30x40cm 600 euros

..." it was only 32 days..." part 2

24.09.07
Uvieu,España

Will leave this image floatin'
you decide. Not the Malaga
I remember from January 2000.
There are at least 150 badly
informed souls within those walls
as i write this
workers and artists
Workers and artists...
an atrocity.

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foto©jpl "From the stairs looking toward the mountains..."
centro de internimento de inmigrantes "capuchino"
Malaga, Spain Feb.2007

"...It was only 32 days ....."

23.09.07
Uvieu,España

....Was only 32 day's
Their worst was tried, and tried...and it did'nt work. Fine. But, the memory won't go away. The indignation remains, the damage to my family, the ever widening of the rift between the closest of my inturno...A surreal year. The State has acted with impunity, that is clear. They attack the most vunerable, with the least resources...Choosing this poor artist to abuse
was a mistake. The many miricles that have me sittin' here now, insted of sittin' there in America, are greatly appericated.
The acts of union and solidaridy, unknown until now are responsible. The Girl, my hero. My Father, my hero. The fat policia national whom pocketed my passport at the last second, my hero....The experts.

Last night I was told, and not very kindly, that i should drop the whole thing and go on like i'm NOT indignant, nor looking for responsibilities for crimes commited aginst myself and about 50,000 others.... i've the sufficent fotos and material
to make some heads roll. The State hunted me.The State imprisoned, tourtured, humilliated, and lied. I was simply having some administrative problems...like parking tickets or the dog without a license...

How does one forget an experience like... being chained and being put abord an airplane to New York aginst your will. Your being deported from a country you've lived in for 8 years, you've nothing. It's all been taken away, aginst International law, and the Geneva Convention... Being held political prisoner, under an order of expulsion, in a hidden concentration camp a 1000 km from ones lawyers and family...They acted illegally, and should be held responsible for their actions...No? What ? just lie down and go quietly ?... not bloody likely.

And should it just be dropped and forgotten when the tools for change, are present and ready ? It's been a very long year, Domingo, my dear friend. A very long and weird year.
The Freakshow continues...

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©spl2007