...on " The Freakshow, and it's passing thru the Valley of the showdow of death....part 1," The first night in town..."

The gig had been booked for months. Death smiled a rare smile.
" Home..." thought Death.

...6 days in a 1960 Volkswagen camper.
Death shared her
with Jesus,
Dave,
Jon Kline,
Venus " Who Caused all this really, "
and Domingo, the voice of reason.

A minor prophet. A magic person

and dear friend of Jesus...
They traveled that rural route

many a time.
Death drove. He trusted nobody
with " My Baby ," he called her," My Baby ," lovingly.
Thus Death wrote the tune...
" First we going to "The Thing", way out there on hyway 10.
...Then to the Dinosaur on hyway 15 ta ol' San Diego....
Then WE ARE stopping at Stucky's for nut logs....."
The gang sighed collectively.
".... ahhhhh, the road to The Valley of the Shadow of Death
is gonna be a long one, my friends, I suggest we practice
the fine art of saying " thank you " instead of " no ,"

said Domingo,
always the calm
before the storm...

Paralyzed at a Stucky's, somewhere in Banning, Death returns.
..." Look !!!!!!! Shells with spring google eyes...!!!! Way out here in the desert...
Amazing to think this all.....", spreading his boney arms to take in "all "
"...Used to be an ocean....!" sceeeched Death, joyfully.

They were somewhere between Banning and Barstow,
Hell, in it's purest form...
"...Motherfuckin' hot..." said Venus "who caused all of this really ."
" Hey Dave, pass me that big green sweater, will ya ?.
It's a little chilly, no ? ..." said Death,
to nobody in particular....
...and it was the dog, Neng who became aware of the noise as the
miles passed, but said nothing. That THUNK Thunk THUNK sound,
he'd heard it before.
" ...Sucked a valve...so we did.
Hope I got my fone...." he thought.

"... Not my job to be more intelligent
than my owner.
Aint' sayin' nothin', so I'm not. " Said Neng.
Breaking the silence, they talked quietly...
Jesus agreed, but Dave an
Venus " who caused of all this really... "
and John Kline
were divided. As usual.

Nothing was said.
And all slept, except Domingo...
who read Cervantes,
between the the passing
hiway lites.
It would be a long night
driving thru the deserts of California and Arizona...

Domingo, comfortable anywhere there were
friends and dogs
pulled his hat down over
his eyes
looking thru the slit of failing southwest lite
reflecting off the long rectangular mirror
of the narrow closet door that banged open now
and then
until he closed his eyes
and dreamed.....
...and Death drove on...



Be well todo mundo
J.Level
©spl2007 " The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of The Shadow of Death " Chapters 1-52
foto: Fresno city hall

...There will be no more clean windows.
Due to the power vacuum left behind after
the fall of the leader it becomes a freak show
with all showing their true political stances,
prejudices and intolerance's.
Gossip abounds. Rumors lead to hostilities,
which led to internal strife...lots of back stabbing
and back talking. A freak show, as all know
that have read even a few entries in this long
rant on the life of this poor, but famous artist in exile...
freak shows are and have been the common thread
thru out the many years I have been on this journey

...When life deals one a hand of freaks,
one would be well advised to make a freak show...
I have. Seems to be going well enough, so it is.
Dysfunctional ?
Probably.

So, forget the windows.
Nobodies showing up to clean them.


...and to you Jamal Mohammad,
how's the shop coming along...?

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

...60 and cloudy in the Emerald city.
That cosmic thing has swallowed up my beloved wallet.
The one I commandeered from my most lovely wife Yoly...
back, way back in another life long long ago.
" Is that passion still there Jess ?
You know that passion to be there, and deal ? "
I got myself asked today.
I had " The face ", goin' in today, so I did.

Been a month of freak show quality exile.
If not the girl, then the boss goin' MIA...
The other boss falls off a roof and is recovering, yet the business
which usually booms about now, ha muerto.
Curious.

Loss.
A big one this time.
Tired of loss Rosa Maria Valdes M.
Big change a commin' I feel.
" Mars is just hangin' there makin' a mess of things"
sez Steel...
Yikes.
Wall Street.
This odd country.
Little kids running a country ?
Doomed ?
Probably.
Buy art NOW !!!
http://www.jlevel.blogspot.com

Try and be well todo mundo.
Be well the rebels of Libya....

J. Level














No one can say... " Jess ? Poker face ? Hummmm...
No ? Definitively no...."

On the $th of July...

Two wars, untold numbers of "actions" both declared and Un....
( I'm giving a thumbs up for the Libyan action...
by the way......)
Countries broke both financially and morally.
Rednecks and patriots screamed and waved flags
in the streets of Amerika after the news that a man
had been summarily executed in Pakistan...Who dances
with their children on their shoulders to celebrate
the death and not the winning of a trial
held in a court of law with a jury, a flag, and a foto
of Barack Obama hangin' somewhere in the room ?

No work. States are passing horrific immigration laws
making it basically illegal to be brown...to make
work for the local folks that wouldn't mow a lawn,
let alone harvest the food for a country ?
Arizona, Georgia, S. Carolina, Utah, Oklahoma
An don't forget Alabama, still hatin' somebody, so they are...
...shame on you.
No human being is illegal.

And now we approach the $th of July in Amerika.
They will celebrate the deaths.
They will celebrate the wars.
They will wave flags and drink, drink and drink beer.
Speeches ment to inspire will be made, and all will
stare into the night sky in awe of the explosions...
(...and damned glad their not missiles, fired from a drone
being controlled by a guy 14,000 miles away, at their
homes...).
Independence day in Amerika,
and in my most humble opinion...
Amerika should be apologizing
for the shape of the world, and not
celebrating " freedom ", war and death.

"....unless every ones free,
then there ain't' a free man walking,
so there's not. "
Some idealist said that and I agree,
ma o meno....

Oh, and the Apple store will be open.
Nothing patriotic about that.
Steve Jobs.
Now there's a brother that would agree with this
poor, but famous artist in exile, so he would.
Yikes !.

Be well Idiot Amerika.
Be well rebels of Libya.
Be well todo mundo.

J.Level

Hardly summer in Emerald city.
Yard sales and clouds an rain....
the rest of the country bakes.
We are blessed,
yet it's a darkish blessed.

...Caught myself thinking of my friend Jamal Mohammad
whom now resides in Benghazi and his record store dream.
His stories of Venice beach in the 80's in which he and his family travel,
and rent an apartment at the beach... Jamal Mohammad
wanders off to see the " real Venice " an ends up at Tower records
where his mind was blown. That mind blowing would fuel many trips and traps
that barrel on and on til' the end, Madrid 2007, where we meet in a
concentration camp in southern Spain...He was being deported,
and the State was teaching me a valuable lesson...
They taught me tact. No confrontations. No accusations.
Allegations ? That's a whole other story..
I don't know what Jamal Mohammad learned ?
Indigence maybe ?
I will ask him when I see him.

...When the dust settles and the brothers clean things up
I am invited to have a show in his record shop...
I look very much forward to that day
Jamal Mohammad, so I do.

Be well Rebels of Libya
Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

Foto: " Ah- yeah...Ahhh- hey listen, I'm on a ladder, can I call ya back ? "
8"x 5" tempra, ink on paper 200$usd ©2011 spljpl

Still here....

Sunday and we're mostly still here.
The parking I was hoping to enjoy...
Oh well, I can still park down the block...


be well todo mundo...

J. Level

foto; J.Level 2011

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

Be well Libya,
be well todo mundo,

J. Level

foto:Reuters

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


be well todo mundo,

J.Level

foto: me

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

foto: ?????

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

foto:?

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

foto: " The little green abstract " 10"x 30" oil on canvas 1000$us

...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

foto: " Manolin with green apple " 70x60 cm oil on linen (Sold)