" 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"
