FROM THE DESK OF BB / SPECIAL EDITION / DIFFERENT STROKES
The boss just went (OH NO), sent to face the doc over a tooth looking like a melted mushroom. Frankly, the child needs an exorcism, or a time-machine abortion where we steal his mom from his sweet daddy beforehand.
ANYHOO (to loan a term)
His wide white eyes were pale as pigeon poo on the shoulder of Pallas.
That mound of ashes mentioned Latin, smoke creeping at the corners of his sensual mouth. And I said "No Hablo Ingles" and stepped on his fingers to let him go.
So he sent these images from his death bed (probably just a rickety chair, maybe he's gone electric). I feel electric already and that's just some leftover heaven through a window.
All I know for sure is that coconut oil is kind to supple skin and slipping off a cliff.
I'm speaking from experience, I've seen his will - it's weak, and I get EVERYTHANG.
He should get Lasick but probably would end up opting for lazer eyes HISSSSSELF - the snake.
OH OH.
A daughter of serpents gets to know a whole lotta mystic secretessss...
We're coming alive to thrive with creative fun from the offices of DUM DUM DUM - TELEVISION FOR GHOSTS.
We'll keep celebrating Christmas 'til next year - down on your knees praying all intense as frosted leopards lick them feet.
Give one shiver of fear for a gang seriously run by love and raw feeling.
FROM THE SHED OF DORDERY MARKS :
UH, I was jerking off my boyfriend ya know, and he says to use the other hand 'cause he don't like lefties. Too bad.
Who doesn't like lefties?
Well, I technically do, I guess, but I'm really sorta totally selective. IT'S CRIMNAL.
FROM THE DEATH BED OF SHALO P :
Unhand me, you damn dirty doctors!
OH ON ANOTHER NOTE - Diagonal Walkers: WHERE DO THEY GET OFF?
It's BB's Bach like Sebastian playing that tune that sounds like Phantom of the Opera, ya know, the serial killer and not the musician.
I'm figuring shit out with the printers to share some mutant books and mutant works for Good Uns and Camouflaged Saints.
Bright colors will come from the chameleon messiah. Absorb life through every membrane. Merry Christmas, you loathsome heathens!
JUICE!
BB
