Short stories, mini-fables, whispers and notes of nuisance.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Dunlop Bees, The Race of the Races.


Survey says that lightning bugs are free thinking flies that gussy and spruce up outer fur for an illuminescent jolt of hey look at me. In the insect world things like "glow ass" happen all the time. It is a magical tiny nano world they exist in and sometimes it can be quite sinister. Take for instance the Dunlop Tire mask culture of the Sugar Tusk bee. These bees are real nano and fly at speeds so fast that the human eye cannot detect them.
They hang around mostly Nascar tracks around the USA and prey upon the race fans. The Sugar Tusks have adapted a mosquito like suck face to gather blood in them guts from the race victims to pollinate their grotesque human fat hives. They have turned to humans for pollination because the race tracks and car parking lots have destroyed there environs and pissed them off badly. The amount of sugar in the nascar fans diabetic blood has caused the formation of "sugar tusks" on their pretty insect haired faces. Saddened by these tusks these Bees have outfitted masks depicting the Dunlop tire logo to hide their MANipulated facial features.

Nascar fans love a biblical God and have human selfish answers as to why insects have things like "glow ass" and the like. Little do they know that glow ass is not intended to smile up a human child's face. It is intended for illuminating a race track path for a team of Dunlop masked Sugar Tusks to penetrate a fat child's arm and secure the survival of their insect race. The pissed off adrenaline these nano suckers have flowin inside will eventually toxify the entire race of race fans and extinct them before the checkered flagged bee swatter can even be made.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Sad Dame Hussying


The Dame is always depressed while she cavorts and has been known to give the occasional crying felatio. These acts have given her the name Sad Dame Hussying. I read in the post that shes “swinging now”. She was on a rampage in her country and her greed for “the need” made her hussy up the land. If only she listened to my favorite dolly I rock back n forth with at night things could have been different. Dolly is a Llama and is wise beyond belief. My Dolly Llama has made me realize that greed of needs and wants only bring sadness and funk and others angry at you. Poor Sad Dame Hussyin was seen swinging in public even without a hood. Her face is puffy and needs an attack from a shaving kit. It would do her good to stick that mug in a burlap sac for Allah sake! Im about to throw up my tandorri looking at it.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Respirator Cowboy



The respirator cowboy awoke in the noon day sun on his bed roll. He will need a filter change if he plans to ride another day in the Ozone alerted Dallas skies. The holed up skies are his nemesis and his canvas. He loves attaching aerosole hair spray containers nozzle down on the soles of Horsie's hooves. A ride around town trot spraying hairspray seems real dumb to most. But to the respirator cowboy its pretty neat to know that even though he has no car and little money that he too can contribute to the American dream of swiss cheesing the sky and annoying the rest of the one off freak show that is planet earth.

Drink from your xxx jug via a tube you contributor of pollutants. You are the new drunk American hero. And I am your brethren, the stilts wearing Indian with spray can shoes running a country mile in suburban sectors everywhere, spray painting a tag thats 15 years long. Hiya wah wah shoosh shoosh click clack, I am hauling can man.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

House Sitting For Pearcy and Carla



Bernice Jones,

So sweet of you to watch our home while we in Camden. We are staying in a nice place but we find it troubling that we have no whole in the bed frame or a bed post to secure our overnight luggage too. I packed a chain and gym lock for securing cuz you can never tell when you are visiting over the pond. Found some nice collectables and ive been dumpster diving lookin for enough newspaper to wrap em up and mail em. Got one or 2 of them with bernice jones as the receiver. Pretty nice place this Camden is. Red dirt and you can see your shadow in the moonlight. If you have any questions about the home or land call up Hamby, his number is written on notebook paper rubber banded to the extra key. He does a trash haul to the dump with the wire cage trailer every Thursday, so fling your filthy fodder in there Wednesday night. I know Hamby is scary with his slobby exterior and his pack of Dalmations but he can help bring buckets of spring water from the pump for your monthly water supply. He is also good at killing cotton mouths out in the out house if one crawls up for a nap in there. Also, dont mind the Daddy Long Legs around the property. They are mad poisonous but God gifted them with nano mouths so small they cant bite ya. Well, we are off collecting and decided to gym lock the luggage to sink pipe. Love ya like a sister not a lover,


Pearcy and Carla