Breathe- #Fangoria Fans

Horror Suspense fans. “Breathe” is now at .  Click on the pic and come on IN.

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At Sea ~ Inspired by “Deadliest Catch”

At Sea

“At Sea, there is time.”

“At Sea, Miracles become Truth.”

“At Sea, you will be set free.”


{Front page news from a forgotten yesterday.}

“What was Mr. Rickey gonna say about all of this!” yells some lunatic from behind a busted blue Post office box.

You see, Mr. Rickey could be tricky, drop you a Mickey, and then fuck you in the Frickey. Then, just when you thought it couldn’t get more peculiar, in walks a Blue robed, Black and Blue Jesus with Matrix answers who begins dancing, rejoicing, and exposing himself to the entire civilized world!!!

“Jesus Christ!”

[Not in vain.]

It was the Fall 1972, when everything began to take shape.

I decided to journey out into the Sea’s emerald green embrace and presence to try to find answers to Life’s mysteries, hoping that along the way as time stood still, glorious miracles would begin to form and take shape in my empty Life; I hoped I would learn to love and leave all animosity behind.

If you sit long enough on the dock of the bay, you will be made aware of a vessel approaching in the distance, captained by a Sailor at sea coming to give you an opportunity of a lifetime, as just behind this approaching vessel, trails a monstrosity of a Serpent which follows within a fluent stride. (The sky begins to open, shedding its calming lavender delight, as distrust begins to fall extinct.)

“Are you coming with, Young Lad?”

I agree to journey out to sea with a frazzled, bearded, cherry tobacco smoking fisherman that extends his callused hand to me gracefully, pulling me down from the lonely dock onto his weathered vessel. My will was to be challenged head to toe once I agreed to go out to sea, as I was to be taken away to be amongst gelatinous entities, eat day old chowder, and become gluttonous with my consumption of homemade grain alcohol.

I could barely make out through my Grain alcohol induced haze, the fisherman keeling over in laughter, heckling me in all of my obscene drunkenness, shouting obscenities such as “Ass Clown”  and  “ Muthabanger”  my way. (But at sea, true forgiveness is found.)

The thought of creatures below the surface of the sea making love, sending slight ripples of pleasure throughout the ink-colored waters that caress our elderly vessel, settled so right inside.

“Your mind never lies to you. It always tells the truth, but only if you are willing to listen.”

“Yes my friends, at sea, Time is endless and I am at peace.”

At Sea  

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Trapezoid Man Limited Edition T Shirts

Happy Thirsty Thursday from CO and take advantage of the second batch of Limited Edition Trapezoid Man T Shirts. Go through Paypal to and $18 reserves YOURS.  XL and Large available; Song “Ballad of Trapezoid Man” is available at ITunes.

Mr. Clown Frown


Once upon a time a clown told me a story about a special universe where people go to explore their deep-seated desires and animosities. I inquired of this clown, terrified but yet curious, “Where is this special place you speak of, Mr. Clown Frown?” Such a maniacal frown the clown wore like sorrow upon a tormented canvas.

“Is it safe to say that this place is not for everyone?” I continued with my anxiety ridden inquiry,as Mr. Clown Frown stared into me with such a relentless stare, taking me by the hand and leading me down a cherry soaked road that was at the edge of our forsaken world. There were no words that came from the broken hearted clown’s mouth, as he only communicated by broken sign language and telepathy. I started to dial in to my new surroundings and began to witness things so much more vividly then I ever had before; IT IS NEVER SAFE WHEN YOU BECOME THE WITNESS.

“Is it safe to say this could be our last day, Mr. Clown Frown?” How quickly Mr. Clown Frown’s sullen expression turned around, evolving into a razor smile, as all around us the venomous sky began to rain red brick red. Behind me, I could sense Mr. Clown Frown and I were no longer alone. Giddy up.

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Massive New Tales Of Horror and Suspense

Happy Music Monday and taking orders for the new Ebook. Massive Tales of Suspense and Horror- Think Stephen King meets Chuck Palahniuk.  Name your price at through Paypal. Cheers, Layden


Whoever created this demented creature should be incarcerated for the rest of their existence.


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Mr. Minkman

      Mr. Minkman dressed to the hilt, called the shots and could sometimes be quite the mean muthafuckin’ man!

      Down to Grasso’s, right in the front row, Mr. Minkman orders his special Milan Serum and commands a high class whore to hand him the bones.  Time after time, Minkman makes the point, howling like an evolving Werewolf while passionately throat kissing lovely after lovely until the passion becomes too much, overwhelming, (Minkman IS truly the fucking man.)

Dressed, cozy and confident in his shiny Mink, Mr. Minkman starts to get really extremely fired up visualizing The Pink Panther and a team of synthetic bearded Terrorists working with him to construct a creative plan to rule the land.

“Thank God there is good Music soaring throughout this fine establishment.”   Mr. Minkman cannot handle any dairy and especially any fair ass, bang ass Tooter, limp dick ditties!

In walks an Amazon armed to the Teeth wielding a titanium tennis racket engraved with the letter “W”, as she begins to claim she is a Goddess from Past History that brought Alexander the Great to his knees and wielded the most ultimate Pussy Magic. (Mr. Minkman was not amused in the least.) You don’t confront the “King of Minks” with a feeble bluff constructed from Mental Ward experiences and distant Looney Tunes gibberish. JEEZER BADEEBEERS!

Mr. Minkman is swift. Mr. Minkman is stellar, sometimes consuming wholesome amounts of First and Second Growths from his perfectly tuned Wine Cellar.

OUR GODDESS IS HISTORY and once again Mr. Minkman Prevails!


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Masterful Bowie!

“The Hearts filthy lesson with her hundred miles to Hell.”   Love the Piano solo.

Shania Twain and Serena Williams- The Return of Two we do not NEED back in SOCIETY!

The return of the talentless Shania Twain and the “Epitome of all Vanity” Serena Williams;  2 Things this Wicked World doesn’t need to try to regain it’s optimism.   😦

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