( .... Another chapter... enjoy.)...Death woke early and put on a lite cotton suit of Death.
Looked the same. Felt the same, but wasn't.
" Oh ! ",whooped Death, walking out onto the porch.
" The wind just blows right on thru doesn't it..."
said Death, looking out over the misty swamp that
was his cousin Warren's front yard. It smelled of sulphur,
burning tires and muck.
It was beautiful Saturday in Lake Charles,
and Death was going antiquing.
" ...ayyyy, what a beautiful day..." sighed Death,
walking down the drive passing the van,
" !!! If you'd only come ouuuuut we could go antiquing...!!!
....!!! Old carnival glass !!! .
!!! Those little blue mustard glass bottle's you like soooo much.!!!
!!! For almost nothhhhhhing !!!!!! ", hollered Death at the van.
" Fine. Suit yourself..." walking down the drive
to Warren's Dodge, clueless. Jesus was gone.
and Death
drove on...
... " I cannot believe there is no real coffee in this cute little town "
... " !!! COME ON MAKE THE LEFT ALREADY DAMN YOU !!! "
... " ...If you time the lights we don't have to dooooo this...."
... " !!!HEY ASSHOLE , DON'T MAKE ME GET OUT OF THIS DODGE..."
... " ....I could not imagine living in this little dump town..."
said Death turning into " Dusty's ", the last shop on his list.
...Death poked and prodded thru boxes and piles.
Shelves filled with gold rimmed and rhythmically cracked plates.
The rainbow distortion of looking thru those
little blue medicine bottles was a mystic view
to the past that Jesus would have loved...
" Jesus would love this ", thought Death.
Death reached for a green carnival glass cake plate.
He'd seen it as he turned the corner. He was excited.
It glistened like a emerald amongst the ceramic milk pitcher,
the black iron frying pan and the meat grinder.
He had his bony hand almost to the coveted said plate,
when entered into Death's limited field of vision
( He wore a hood you know...)
the hand of Mrs. Virgil Lampert- Norniella.
" If-( hissssssss ) you touch that beautiful green carnival
glass cake plate...." hissed Death.
" I saw it first Father. " said Mrs. Lampert-Norniella.
" I am not a priest !!!! and I saw that first you wretched woman..."
Shouted Death.
" I'm not intimidated by your type you freak !!!! "
screamed Mrs.Lampert-Norniella.
" ...Oh reeeea-lly...? ", smirked Death questionably...
...Death drove on.
Mrs.Lampert-Norniella was feeling alittle warm.
Death looked over at that green Carnival glass
cake plate beeming in the Louisiana sun.
" Who's for some " Catch the hot lava rock with yer butt " ?
hummm ? Anybody ??? Anybody ???,
Come on there Mrs. Lampert-Norniella
sure you wanna play..."
said Carl, one of Death's thugs...down in hell.
Be well todo mundo,
J.Level
And a rare political opinon... ISRAEL STOP !!! YOU ARE MAKING US ASHAMED BEYOND BELIEF OF YOU...
©jpl2008 " On...The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death" pts. 1-20
