"...the rebellion, part 3 "

19.02.08
Uvieu,Espana

I have this information, or "yet another tidbit of top
secert information that there is another rebellion bustin'
out in the Level reality. I Know...I know...
Who needs or wants a rebellion ?
" call me what you need or must...but call me..."
sombody said that, I forget who...

I personally find it easier to ask your giveness
than ask your permission. Just works out that way,
we're not the brightest...but we aint biophyssists(?)
either....remember.

So, In the english school today
The kid smiled when I said
" Your a genius Ignacio,
look at you, speakin' english...jo."
little miricles, from little folks...

...We do,
did,
and will continue what the moment
calls for...Ignacio, whom has 8
years on the planet, wrote,
"The green apples are my favorite..."
and now he feels like a genius...
Cool...

We're a freakshow of a bunch...
so we are.

...so, call us what you will,
but call us...hummmmm.


be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...and S.C,
you should not believe
what you can't touch
with your own hand and/or soul...
be immune, and feel immortal,
you just may be...
I am.
I feel so.

on..." The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " pt.10 " Plan-X "

Jesus thought: " I wish Jane Hathaway were here...
Susan and Dave ??? where the hell could they be...?
... and what if those little blood sucking monsters
do something to the van...??? "...staring over the window sill
over at Lil' Mocos, whom had the 8 to 8 watch, staring back
at Jesus.

Jesus yelled... " Your lucky Jane Hathaway's not here you
little bug eyed slimeball..."

Little Mocos smiled... " Plan X, It's working... " he sniffed.

to be continued...


Be well todo mundo,
J.Level
c2008spl " The freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death"
foto: Columbia Pictures

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

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

" 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