on..." The freak show

and it's passing thru the
Valley of the Shadow of Death "
Part 48 " Death goes home, Little Roy Earl

and Meirdina learns the near wrath of Death "

Death let off a grateful Roy at the on ramp to I -5,

waved good-bye and drove off into the city.

Merdina now occupied the vacant seat to the right of Death,

her bulging eyes fixed on Death...whom cursed the GPS,

adjusted the mirror, fiddled with something under his seat

all while avoiding the stare of Meridina, when she said...

" I hate you...", and Death said..." huh, most people do..."

All around LA, Death drove. Half looking, half not.

Death said " ...We're going to my house ! Hang on !!! "

making a hard right from the left lane slammin' Meirdina

into Death and into the back of the VW where she screamed

" Venganza !!!!!! ", lurching towards the throat of Death.

Death laughed as he swung left into the ally, sending Mierdina

into a mid air change of direction that took her by suprise...

Death hit the opener button exposing a garage built by Beaver Clever's

father ? or Ozzi Nelson...? but no, this was the garage of Death.

Peg board filled with white outlines filled with Craftsmen

Mikita, DeWalt tools and an old steel vise...Death closed the door behind them

and turned smiling towards Meirdina..." NOW you rude little

dog... I can have Klaus, my minion, run a pole thru you from

butt to mouth FOR ETERNITY !!!!!! I can feed you to the chimps

everyday over and over and over FOR ETERNITY !!!!!!

NOW... be a good dog, and mind your manners. Oh, and mind your

tounge around my cat Little Roy Earl, he's very sensitive.

OK, so who wants a really really dry Martini hummmmmm ? " he asked

delitefuly to a shocked Meirdina, whom said..." ok, I like those lil'

onions..." Death turned and glared at Meirdina who smiled nervously...

to be continued...

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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On..." The freak show
and it's passing thru the
Valley of the Valley of the
Shadow of Death
Part 45



" ...Ok, now turn on the fan...", said Miles to an excited Lil' Moco
The two infra-stoners had figured out the vaporizer. This was the first test.
Lil' Moco barked and growled at the ever expanding turkey basting bag
as it filled with the essence of the ' NFO ' brand they'd scored from their
guy Julio...Miles had pushed together two ashtrays to fit the valve,
he nosed it in just enough to take a giant hit..." wooooooooooooo ",
woooooed Miles, rolling onto his side...Lil' Moco smiled, nosing a hit,
and smiled again as he felt his eyes turning red...

Meirdina growled...
"...Death brother please lets get on with this trip....You know your face
will stick that way forever if you keep doing that... Come on Man,
let's go to the restaurant, I'll buy you a slab of pork ribs in savory
BBQ sauce... Man, I am SO fucking tried of being in a casino..."
and then Meirdina bit Death on the ankle...
" WHY YOU LITTLE VARMENT !!!! " yelled an angry Death...

The guys in the suits, the one's with no necks had little problem
throwing Death from the Plaza Hotel. Out onto the front drive
with barely a thud. Death was indignant, but content.
" AWWW I'VE BEEN THROWN OUTTA WAY BETTER PLACES
THAN THIS BUDDY !!!!!", screamed Death at the no necks.
He had a plan. He had to keep his cool, so, he only sent David,
the blonde no neck to the fiery depths of hell. He would make a
good companion for Klaus, the German. Death liked Klaus, he
had a streak of ingenious cruelty about him, one that made Death
consider retiring, leavin' Klaus to the leg work and himself to the office
where he could relax and write his memoirs...petting a cat or something
like Lex Luther or Mrs. Silverman...

Meirdina waddled up to Death and licked his hand,
Death looked at the ugly 10,000 year old toothless poodle
with different eyes..." Yeah all the fuck right, Let's get outta this
podunk town before I really get mad... ". Said Death, raising
his voice at the "...Before I really get mad part.

Charles, a no neck called around for his partner David,
" David ! " he shouted...Going in to the casino...
" David.....! " Charles yelled.

to be continued

Be well todo Mundo,

J.Level

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on..." the freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 44 " Death drives, Roy the stoic one

....As the cell fone flew thru the window of the VW, instantly
Death had regrets. The fone had rang non stop
since he turned out of the drive way of Dawn and Warren's...
Death was headed west. He had left the freak's, and the
freak show behind. This fone only reminded him of weakness
for sun and real food again...Death drove on...

" If that mother fucker has left us behind in this God forsaken
place I will kill the shit outta the whiny Death. I swear....",
screamed Venus " who caused all this really ".
" This is all my fault...", said John Kline to the group.
Domingo, Dave , and Venus " who caused all this really " stared
in disbelief. " Yer damned straight this is your fault John Kline.
Communication John Kline...It aint' yer strong point...", growled
Venus "who caused all this really ".
" I did what I thought was right by Jesus, and he did make
giant steps takin' that ugly little dog with him...No ? "
said John Kline in his own defense.... ". " Yes. Yes. Well,
have any of you considered how we're getting back to LA ? "
asked a stoned Dave..." Fuckin' Death...", said Venus
" who caused all this really...

Roy had been stuck on this on ramp for the past 11 hours
when a black OUF enters his perifiel vision and wack him in the forehead.
The blood dripped into his right eye.
Roy yelled , " AHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR !!!!!!
I will kill you you cretin bastard..." shaking his fist at the tail lites of the old Van.
Brake lites. The van was backing up. Roy tensed, as the last time this happened
Roy had taken a serious ass woopin' from some frat boys bent on Jack Daniels and fear.
The van pulls right up to Roy. Roy is face to face with Death.
" I am so sorry that hit you like that. I saw it in the mirror.
The damned thing would'nt stop ringing..." said Death.
" Well ah, you know if you just push this button here it will mute the ringer..."
Stammered Roy to an intrested Death. " Say where you going ? " He asked Roy,
" Oakland " He said. " Get in..." said Death. " Well I don't know... you hit me pretty hard
and your Death right ? Ahhh I don't know..." said a nervous Roy.
Ahh come on, I have a long road ahead and need a geek... I have this..."
Death held up a bag with about a pound of Domingo's weed...
" Well..." said Roy throwin' his backpack into the van...

" Awwww man, Death took the weed with him. That's it, I am going to die."
screamed Domingo into the wind....

" Did you here that ? like some one screaming " Nooooooooooooooo !!!"
asked Death of Roy.


to be continued...

Be well todo mundo...
J.Level

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On ..." the freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the shadow of Death Pt.43
Death sits, good advice from Miles, and the Weirdness of life..."


...Death sat. Sat watching the Law and Order channel.
The heater by the bed blew a hot dry wind
like a guy screamin' " ...It's like a hot dry wind "
into the hot dry wind. Death sat. Marveling at the
amount of alcohol he could consume, and with
the height of his callousness towards Jesus, as he sat 10 days in the van
in mortal fear of those little toothless poodles...
" Frekin' poodles...! " shouted Death.
" ...1 st degree homicide. 20- to life...", said the
Law and Order channel.

Miles watched the Ravens squakin' for hours
in the trees above the fallen youth.
The late spring ritual of Raven babies fallin' out the nest
at that first attempt at flight. The clan
guards and feeds the grounded youngster...creating
a two layered security ring no cat, nor little old poodle
should dare cross... " I say there my odd looking, yet delightful
little friend...I know what your thinking, and if I must say so
myself, I am terrified of the nasty little beasts. Give up that thought
Lil' Moco... just give it up. They would have a field day with you that
we will talk about well into the ought 20's, so we will..."

Lil' Moco watched a Ravens peck at a branch, screaming.
" Yeah. All good. You the man...", said a flattened
to the ground Lil' Moco.

Jesus looked out the window.
Jesus smoked.


to be continued...

Be well todo Mundo,

J.Level


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©2010spljpl " On ... the freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " pt 1-43

...things are good there Dave.
Nice rat. Watch yer neck...

All good with y'all ?

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...Another rarely given political thought

freegaza.org

Israel please.
Please stop murdering civilians.
Looks bad.
Is bad.
Looking like monster's
criminals,
and
intolerants
is nothing one
would wish
on their families...
Why do you wish
it on the families
of the occupied,
repressed
hostages
in Gaza ?
One day the shoe
will be on the other foot,
and the cries of your families
will fall on deaf ears.
Please don't wonder why.
It's Karma.
Think of the future.

Murder of unarmed civilians
whom bring aid peacefully
on the high seas is
terrorism
sponsored by
the state of Israel...or no ?

Shame on you guy's.
And shame on the God,
whom wasn't watching them...

J.Level

on... " Beds of stone..."

Home.
I have had my futon
for about 20 years now.
It's a hard and cruel
stone like flat,
flat like stone
motivational tool.
6 hours is all a man
could handle of that
stone like flat like slab...
One feel's like...
time is a wastin'.
Gotta get up.
Got thing's to do...
I have had many bed's
in many place's
that simply meet the need
that blasted need...
Sleep.
Cut out sleeping and eating,
I would complete
all I've planned...
But, I'm going back to bed.
Those who are aquianted
with the sleep pattern's
of Jess,
would say...
" What ? "
My bed is a hard flat like surface
and seemingly carved
from stone...
but,
there have been worse,
so there has.

I am blessed.

And that's the beginning
of a another Sunday
and another Sunday
in Amerika...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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on..." The freak show
and it's passing thru the
Valley of the Shadow of Death "
Part 42..." Arabial screams, again, Dan's alive,
lil' Moco's on fire...


" HE IS A VERY CRAZY MAN !!! oh I worry so much !
He should not be allowed to roam the streets alone. He
is a crazy crazy man...", said an agitated Arabial to a
very comfortable Lil' Moco, plopped down in the lap
of the poor Taxi driver...whom was holding. Lil' Moco
sniffed at the left front pocket lovingly...Arabial scrubbed
the furry little head, Lil" Moco sniffed, they both felt better.
" ...ah- will a Mister Jesus...Ah- Jesus Christ please come to
the nurses station...Mister Jesus Christ please come to the nurses
station...", squawked the speaker over the waiting area.
Jesus said... " Huh ! guess that's me....", walking towards a possibly
damaged Dan. " I - ah-mmmm - am Jesus Christ....
I'm here about Dan Irazzary ? He was hit by a taxi on La Supulvita ? ".
" !!! Hey Jesus !!!! oh man ...Jesus !!!!! ", yelled a drugged and loopy
Dan, from the far end of the trauma center... " Dan !!!!! " squeaked
Jesus. His weird friend was fine. " ...so I walked out into the street
thinking I would have a few at Bart's Strip club , when WOOOOOSH !!!
I see nothing but yellow and the screams of someone named Allah...",
explained Dan, as a very relieved Arabial enters the room...
" YOU ARE A VERY VERY CRAZY AND LUCKY MAN....! ".
Arabial hugged Dan whom groaned and winched in pain.
Lil' Moco lites a joint and the real panic begins...
The alarm goes off in the trauma unit. People begin to run about
screaming " FIRE FIRE FIRE...!!!!!!!!! "
The fire fighters arrived quickly. Spraying down a smoking Lil'
Moco..." Man, I am smoking here..." he said.
" Oh right right...we thought you were on fire..." said the
fire guy to a drenched Lil' Moco whom looked towards a
very irritated Jesus as Dan and Arabial smirked and snickered
... Giving the cool Lil' Moco a approving wink....

to be continued...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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On ...' The freak show
and it's passing
thru the
Valley of the Shadow of Death "
Part 41 " Jesus drives,
Lil' Moco worries"



"...You have got to be kidding me ! " said a startled Jesus
into the fone. " What did he say ? Dan ? A Taxi ? runt' over ?...
Who the hell gets runt' over by a damed taxi ? ", wondered a small
Lil' Moco, pacing. " Well, it is Dan after all...", reminded Miles.
" Oh right, right....", said Lil' Moco.

The Volvo sat with a layer of good ol' LA dust in the garage
Jesus shared with the dear Mrs. Silverman. It hadn't
been started in months. Putting the key in the ignition.
" Poor Dan...first day in LA and he falls victim to all
our worst nightmares...Being run down by a gypsy cab,
on La Supulivita Blvd. Jesus turned the key. The Volvo
came to life. " They just don't make cars like this anymore,
but of course being the son of God and all does pull a little
weight down at Karl's Swedish Motors " said a proud Jesus.

Lil' Moco ran wheezing acrossed the lawn to the garage an
yelled " Hey ! Hippie ! open this door I'm going with you..."
" Do you have to smoke that now ? ", asked Jesus. " Oh this..
purely medicinal. Purely medicinal...Now drive hippie !!!!
there's a dyin' Dan a waitin'...!!!! "...

to be continued...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level


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...Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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Dixie's back in the scene.
Dedicating this one to you
my dear old friend...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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..." El arté de vencer
se aprende en
las derrotas "

Simón Bolívar


Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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WHIP-LASH...
HOPE-LASH.

J. LEVEL

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

"...Do be an Allie and attempt hero like things
even in the midst of the surreality of humanity
and all it's faults..."
I said that, and support it's universal use,
so I do.

be well todo mundo...

J.Level