Amsterdam, Blueberry, Jean Claude Van Damme and Al Jazeera


After spending several days in Amsterdam with my dear friends Attorney James ” Mick” Ingram and Fracois ” The Magician” Kendercork ; (  In the photo below alongside my bloated self.)  I decided after smoking copious amounts of “Blueberry” and booking a King size bed for three people, that it was time to move on to Brussels on a second class disease train and try to find the gone missing  Jean Claude Van Damme.   Quite the elusive fucker Van Damme is, especially with a head full of Angelic Cocaine and Belgian Chocolate running through his corrupt veins.  It is safe to say we were unsuccessful in our mission to find J.C.V.D, but we did stumble into a fanatical Muslim Al Jeezera infested Internet Cafe;  That was quite interesting!   Please subscribe if you dig the vibe.

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Mr. Clown Frown


MR. CLOWN FROWN.

Once upon a time a clown told me a story about a special universe people go to explore their deep seeded desires and animosities.  I inquired of this clown, dismayed 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 which seemed to the be 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 was starting to dial in to my new surroundings and began to witness things so much more vividly then i had ever 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 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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Devious Dream


[ The ink colored night, the platinum bridge, the loving Vixen, THE EVIL HENCHMAN.]

Who is to say that life is even partially fair when you end up staring down the barrel of an Old World style rifle, with your guts turning, blowing out deep exhales of animosity into the stale steady wind?

The Devil finally shows up at 12:02 A.M on the button. Fucker is 2 minutes late due to some unforeseen deaths along the way.  So here I stand, only wishing to lie upon a cozy bed and be straddled by a beautiful, meticulous, bald pussy, wielding Princess.

 

“ I need to know where I can find the answers.  So I am not left to burn, dancing amongst the Voodoo dancers.”

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