Pendragon and the Murder of Exes, this paper trail of women I inherited from Ron Allen and John Sinclair, that occasionally drag me into the incestuous above ground gene pool of Detroit artists, musicians and writers that like reading my angry scribbles, which usually come out of my childhood traumas, and the randomly reoccurring trysts I have with Watts Eurname, Umma Heyboo and Trulie Skrumshus.
Month: February 2023
Wow! I was just talking about that!
“Yo Niggah! When you gawn stop walkin’ every damned where and get you a car or a fuckin bus pass or somethin’.’’
Vellocet, Judy, Layla & Khamyla
Tonight’s line dancing instructor, Eric the Techno Viking and Tonight’s dance. The Runaway Thriller.
The stereo in the middle of the dancefloor says, “Our niggah gone. MJ. Thump Thump! Our niggah gone. M. J. Thump Thump!
The announcer shouts, “Okay ladies, you know the rules.
You know the point value system
Each zombie has icky sticky zombie goo on their paws, color coded paint markers on their hands.
CYOA, guard the Punani,don’t let them touch yo hair, and above all Protect the Bouncy Castle!
His Annual Report
Without making eye contact, the courier angel from Post Haste dashes off singing, “Molweni Mhle! Ulungile ngokwenene. And you have a Truly Scrumptious day too.”
WTF she’s talking about?
And one for you. Hmm?
Dear Princess Bubblecups.
Your box works for another girl.
Ah, yeah. Kinda sorry. Sorta. Not really.
Forgive me?
Nah Imma Stay
Thinking I was tripping from the shock of the piercing gun driving the first of three gold star starter studs. One for each major star in the Sirius system. I thought the noise and pain were causing me to hallucinate.
Tracer Round
The world’s most exclusive reality competition program.
The Tracer Round
on Water Island.
Seventeen contestants will fight to their very last to see who enters the Tracer Round.
The winners go on to the Grand Bacchanal.
A three day and two night long non stop run for their lives and…
Inxusa’s remix
“What the What? Byous!” He’s a little confused lately, suffering from Hypergraphia, expressing the sounds between thought and feeling with scratches and squiggles around the edges of the paper. I […]
STFU Editor’s Copy.
Meet Ms Palimpsest Vellocet, Senior Account Executive in Charge of New Authors. The subject and narrator of this episode stares out the window of her ninth floor corner office, and sees nothing. Not even the cloud of bubbles blowing past. Only angry dark red. Turns and says with a voice like Bob Newhart, “Hold on, I’m texting. P Vellocet to PenMan: WTF R U? and half assed listening to Judy, my new Admin. Pissed, ‘cause it’s Monday. I gotta work. And…
Conjuring Truly Scrumptious & The Imagined Nation
Preface Conjuring Truly Scrumptious & The Imagined Nation is my most selfish act, so far. She is the eye of my storm, the safest place in the path of me, […]
