We are all still remembering to be Libyans today, no ?

Be well Libya,
be well todo mundo,

J. Level

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" Dude, if yer gonna be weird
yer gonna have to expect some...
questions, no ? "


be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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on..." The two parts of Charlie " Part two...

Up the path to the front door, Juanita... ( not her real name )
passes the cage....That's when the screaming began.
Doors slammin' and still no sign of Mari Sol ( not her real name).
She had apparently " finished " her "gardening" and retired ?
Walking up on the crime scene, noticed was this...
A combination lock which was rarely locked...was.
The poor, once evil bird was facing northeast and
south east, respectively, (thus the title), and there
was no sign that the bars of the cage had been wide enough
at any point to have pulled the poor evil bird thru... Was
Mari Sol responsible for leaving the cage open then wandering upstairs ?
Did she forget she'd left the cage open, allowing say, one of the feral
cats, or a regular raccoon access ? Did she return to find the gruesome
crime scene and simply lock the combination lock and go into
" I'm sick " mode...?
Probably.

So, with pandemonium reining over the house, and Mari Sol remaining
MIA, the propaganda machine goes into high gear.
A story is spun ...(and this would
happen a couple months later, after every possible conspiracy
theory was lofted about...this is the one they agreed on...)

..." A giant 6' tall raccoon comes outta the bushes after Mari Sol
goes upstairs and with his nimble little fingers and superior
knowledge of lock picking, opened the cage door, grabbed Charlie,
ate um' ( leaving the bird on the north side of the cage ) then carefully
closes the cage door, replaces the lock, locks it, and slips unseen
back into the brush.. "
The perfect crime...

Juanita bought that. Huh.
I had mentioned the other side of that story...
the one that was more obvious...
And became the pariah...so I did.
All good. Set the stage for the next 18 months
and then the final insult, Juanita (not her real name)
burned me for my deposit....Huh.

Mari Sol, (not her real name) never copped to it.
Juanita, ( not her real name ) believes that there's a 6' tall raccoon somewhere
back there in the yard, waiting....
Pepe, (not his real name) still suffers CEBS
(Constant Estrogen Bombardment Syndrome) from both sides...
Poor Pepe. We're all looking for the cure, so we are.

I have gained a wealth of material y'all will be reading
for years...oh ! got burnt for my cool leather vest
and 500$ US samolians, so I did...
The freak show continues friends....

Be uber well todo mundo,

J.Level

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on..." The two parts to Charlie... " part one

Juanita, (not her real name) ran an asylum for pseudo hippies
at the " Southern Ranch ," a big house in South Seattle.
And that's in Amerika folks..." Mari Sol ," (not her real name)
an Israeli national, whom is the girl friend of " Pepe, "
(not his real name)...and " Pepe, " (again, not his real name )
used to go out with Juanita, and now is Juanita's slave
in the house cleaning business...of course. That's the player's...
Except one...

Juanita had just returned from another road trip to that
beautiful mid country state of Oklahoma to see a
friend in the big house. She'd been gone a week.

It had been a very quiet week, until...

" Mari Sol,"(not her real name) she liked to garden. Well actually, she liked to rip native plants
that looked a lot like weeds outta the ground..."Juanita"

(not her real name) remains livid.
Mari Sol.

She smoked pot.

Lot's and lot's of pot...

Charlie the parrot was an evil bastard. Bit me. Bit " Anston " (not his real name)

The bird bit " Jenkins "...(not his real name). The bird liked to bite.

Charlie also liked to sit in his cage out in the garden, yelling at the cats,
making car alarm and Star Wars sounds, all the while waiting for the moment

when some unsuspecting hippy would stick a finger into the cage.

Maniacal, so he was. That Charlie.

So on that beautiful July day in the garden, "Mari Sol" ( not her real name) is
ripping native plants out by their roots, smoking and

screeching along with the bird. She could screech like an

insane banshee, so Mari Sol could.
...and this is where it goes to pure crime scene investigation friends...

A cage with a combination lock....open?
One stoned fire starting hippy, on a drug fueled road to disaster ?
Or a..." I think I'll just go upstairs and refresh this bowl..." moment ?

There's more to this story...

A SIX FOOT TALL RACCOON ???????!!!!!
COULD HE BE WAITING FOR HIS NEXT VICTIM
AT THIS VERY INSTANT ????!!!!

Stay tuned friend's for the next installment of...
"On..." THE TWO PARTS TO CHARLIE... "

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 52

...Every one's attention was directed to the ringing phone.
" You know there are new fones that actually ring a pleasant ring..."
said Lil' Moco. The fone keep's ringing. Jesus watched the caller ID.

" Well if your not gonna answer that damned thing....."

said an irritated Lil'Moco. " NO !!!!! " yelled a nervous Jesus.

The crew stood watching the fone ring. Watching Jesus.

" That's Death's number, No ? " said a cautious Miles.
Then the ringing stopped. They sat in silence. All looking at Jesus,
whom was reaching for the fone...

Death looked at the fone in his hand..." Wheeeew, dodged a bullet
there didn't ya Death ol' boy..." Death said to himself, cowardly.
The fone rang. It's was Jesus...

" Is he calling Death ? ", asked Dan coming back from the kitchen
with a sandwich and a beer... they all turned to look at Dan. " What !?
I was hungry...." said a chowing Dan. Dan notices the fone cord leading

under the bedroom door of Jesus...

" Hello, Death ?..." said a nervous Jesus into the mickey Mouse phone.
"... Death, I just gotta say..." stammered Jesus...

To be continued...

Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

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...some new stuff

On..." The freak show and it's passing

thru the valley of the Shadow of Death "

Part 52

' Well, that was an amazing time, consuming task...

what do you call this thing ?.." asked a curious

Lil' Moco...

" Oh that... it' a firing pin for the new Glock.

Here, hand me that spring will you ?...Thanks, and it fits riiii-ght

in here. Do you see what that does ?...." asked Jesus...

They were a family. A family sitting around the

dining room table, filled with guns.

" ... and this is a .357 magnum... " the most powerful

hand gun in the world, and it'll blow yer head clean off..."

recited Jesus. Dirty Harry was in Jesus' " Top 10 ".

Lil' Moco laughed and rolled about on his back.

Miles and Dan had came in... " Jesus !??? Damn ! ..."

Dan said, eyeing the formidable arsenal before him...

" I sorta had you figured as the " peaceable " type ",

he said, looking down the sites of a Mauser.

" Peaceable ?, is that even a word ...? ", asked Jesus.

" ...Peaceable : Adjective, " Inclined to avoid argument

or violent conflict..." , read Miles from his iPhone...

" Huh, I like to consider myself " quietly behaved...", Jesus said,

pulling the ramrod thru the Winchester's double 12 gauge

barrels. " The road to peace is about the amount of support

one has behind them. I prefer my support armed. I didn't

just start doing this, you know. Nope, back in the day

I thought a smile, a kind word, and a miracle or two

would suffice... Nope. That had a very negitive effect on the flow.
It's all about the flow...that's when I discovered that twelve guy's,
not eleven, not ten, but twelve armed to the teeth brothers behind me...
Well !!!!, that did make my job a lot easier, so it did....

Wo ! Way easier...!!! I tell ya. "

The room was silent.
Mouths agape in awe...
" Dude...", said Dan.

Lil' Moco smiled.
Miles, licked a paw.

...and Jesus... Jesus cleaned a Sig Sauer.

Then, the phone rang...

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 51

Jesus drove the Volvo aimlessly around LA.
Lots to do, yet nothing to do, Jesus humms...
" Hum-Humm-Hummmmm-humHu..."
" What the fuck is you doin' dude ? " snarles
lil' Mocos, "...is there an end to this trip ?

Little dog gotta pee !!!. Little dog gotta pee...!!! "
said lil' Moco... '' We're going to Death's house in Venice... "
said a Jesus that couldn't believe that those words came from his
mouth out loud... " Well, I knew it !!!! I knew it !!!!!!
woooo-wooo !!! I knew there was somethin' mo to this freak show than just some
scary little dog's....you rascal !!..." smirked an excited Lil' Moco...
Jesus blushed, turning up 12 th toward Bob's " Point Blank " gun shop.
He had to pick up some firing pin's for the new Glock he'd had on back order...
Thing's were getting complicated in the life of Jesus the provider.
He still hadn't been to the pharmacy to pick up his new perscriptions...

dropped off the dry cleaning...nor the new insoles for the sandles...
...And the little voice said... " This is a bad idea brother Jesus...Turn the
Volvo around... Turn the Volvo around... " We're headed home ...

hang on !!!! ", said Jesus
hanging a hard left up 11th and back towards the ranch...
Jesus breathed a sigh , a silent sigh ...looking in the mirror at
the light's passing behind him, getting smaller and smaller and smaller....

be well todo mundo...

J. Level

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Snowing again in the Emerald city, I tell ya...

My friend's this is Thankxgiving and we got

snow up to our...ok, so there's but a few inches

but in this, oh, this weird place that means panic,

and boy do they. Brother's and Sister's on the south side,

near the Southern Ranch are slippin' and a slidin' a new wave

of weather challenges out there, with poor to fair result's .

Hill's abound. Languages are all over the place.

Not much snow in Rwanda...

Nor many frozen roads in Ethiopia...

and the fine brother's and sister's of the Viet lands,

well dude, I understand. You slid into the back of my truck

and with a smile said, " ... Huh, snow. This is my first experience ",

reaching down and making a small snowball, the brother threw it at me.

Yep. He laughed like some little kid... there was little damage, so

a snowball fight ensued. Gue won, if any ones askin', and he deserved

the victory. They slide about in that slo-mo we all know...with

the sound track of your choice behind , mine's " Death and the Madien " by Vagner.

They slide and crash into one another with grace, exiting their

rides smilin' and laughin'...Not the " CHA-CHING $$$$ !!!... "

of these Amerikans.

Parked the truck for the winter today.

Gettin' me some Yak-Trax, and am gonna walk.

Best of luck to the rest of Y'all...

Aint' no sno in Buenos Aires, so they aint'.

What am I thinkin' ?.

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.50
" Death considers his response, Little Roy Earl
speaks, Meirdina questions...




" I've thought it thru and...I am willing to forgive myself..."
said a " humble " Death into the mirror, practicing for the call
he would make this evening to Jesus. He was surprised
at his lack of words....
" That's what you've come up with ?.
That's what your gonna sell the brother ? "...asked a small Meirdina,
from beneath the sofa. " I was an evil friend. A non- friend.
I let you sit in that van... 10 days I was drunk and stupid..."
continued Death into the mirror...
" and loud, rude, outta control yet, funny as hell...! JAJAJA ",
again from beneath the sofa. Death grimaced. What had he
been thinking bringing this little weird and opinionated
dog to LA... " NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE..."
Death was about to explode...when a throat clearing broke the rage.
" aaag-uhhum-mmmm ", from behind the NY Times,
coughed a smooth little Roy Earl sitting
in the comfy chair in the corner
"... mind the blood pressure there
Death..." said little Roy Earl...and Death said
" I don't have blood pressure and this little dog is outta here !!!! "
reaching under the sofa, grabbing the collar dragging the
10,000 year old poodle out into the light...
Meirdina was terrified....
Little Roy Earl put down his paper...

Death definitely needed a drink.

to be continued....

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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Va bien todo mundo...

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Hard to know the stalkers from

the loyal nowadays, I see Oviedo, Espana

leds the list in hits on the site...

To you there in Oviedo, this is not

the most reliable way to track the movements

of this poor, but famous artist.

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be well todo mundo,

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...When Dixie Brown comes to town everybody dances

It had been about a month out beyond the
fences. In weird and beautifully crowded

sunny windy rainy and oh so beery places...

...Meanwhile back at the Southern ranch

the scene is harsh at best.
Dixie Brown and rats
Rats
Angry housemates...
and mice.

Readin' that e-mail schmenge from my perch

above the bluest of clear views of the caves,

rocky coastlines and boredom that couldn't

have mattered less...those e-mails
really could have mattered less.

" Dixie Brown blew into town an everybody danced...".

A guy I know said a while ago. I'm sayin' it now.

The brother was old' and up to the same

old tricks. Usin' the same old lines. The same ol'

traps gettin' tripped in the end.

Always the same trap. Mice learn faster,

so they do. Time to remember the past traps
and adjust for health and changing centers of gravity.
Allow a few minutes in the getaway plan for stairs,
high curbs and frequent bathroom stops...
We aint' as young as we used to be, no ?.

I walked into the bedroom after a month away

from the scene and surveyed the contents... Dixie Brown did it again.

He left, again, with nothing but my favorite black leather jacket.

My favorite hat, and his cell fone ....Got my landlord Jues

for 835$, so he did, and like Portland and Oakland before that...

Then San Diego and Arizona before that.... Dixie Brown came to town

and everybody danced.

My memory of Dixie Brown was better without this last

dramatic trippin' of every trap there was awaitin' to trip.

I Hope to never see the brother again, so I don't.

Sorry to those affected,

so I am.

Jamie was right,
so he was.

Via con Dios Dixie Brown.

Nos te vulvas nunca jamas.

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 49 " Jesus stroll's, Lil' Moco's social faux-paws...

...Jesus sits the bar at Andy's. It's was very dark.

' So Jesus ma' man... Road tripin' with the Death man himself

word has it... ? How is the old brother passin' these days...? "

asked Andy...that and alota other personal and

insinuating questions peppered with personal facts...

Jesus rolled his eyes behind his Ray-Bans thinking...

" Why me ? Why now ? Dude, please shut yer frickin' mouth...

wheres my dog...?

...Lil Moco found himself a lil' out gunned back there in the alley

behind Andy's bar..." So, Bet you can't talk...", he said to

the junk yard pit bull...". " Oh really ?" said Spike, the pitbull.

Though the growling and puffing up was vicious sounding
and after being thrown about a little ( Lil' Moco ), the two were found by
Jesus smoking a joint huddled up under the stairs...
and Jesus said..." So, who's yer little er uh friend ?..."
and Spike said..." hey you want me to eat this guy ?".
Lil' Moco said..." Naw, he's cool..."

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 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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