Periwinkle will be banging tunes out of his infamous Thing-a-jig with DJ Alex Be Skeetin & friends.
Tag: Detroit
Act 1: Look Asshole
And have a Truly Scrumptious Day Ma’am…
Warning!YOU ARE NOW LEAVING THE MAGENTA ZONE
ESTIVAL WEEKEND
This side of the street you’re on festival grounds. Have fun.
That side over there is a RESTRICTED AREA! Furries will be shot!
That side of the boulevard, YOU IN DA HOOD.
Furries must take their heads off or they will be shot.
So, See. What had happend, was…
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? Every episode starts as such Part 1: Sydney Sedditt I’m jiggling my earbuds, trying to focus, annoyed, ‘cause I’m missing Ghetto News […]
Seventy Series Sunday
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.
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.
