Tattoo Design

O.K.  ~

                   Here's a Tattoo design I did up for my old friend  -  J.T. Templeton the 3rd. He was blowing through town recently when I bumped into him.  Seems he's around for a bit in between jobs.  Said he was coming back from Alaska - "Up there things is different . . . doin some caged bear fightin. . . . nothin but a knife and your balls to pull you through !!!" I was out blow gun hunting some spring hares. He was meditating, nude, on a fallen log in the back of the Tiny Marsh when I came across him. Needless to say - in two seconds I was on my back in four inches of slime with a Bowie knife pressed across my juggler - then he recognized me - " Hey man. Whats up ?" Fucking hit men are so cool !!!
                       Well I got up and we caught up - and after racing a couple of old mustangs out to Cedar point and back, ( that ending in a ball of flame and a young french girls heart broken (( he just looks at women and they go  C R A Z Y !!! )) we sat down and that's where the idea of the tat came up. "I had a job I wuz on fur a group of 'investors' " He said. " - the work took me to the Philippines. Anyway, after a whole bunch of shit and tangle I ended up in a drain pipe filled with scorpions - and I had to chew my way out !!!" I just looked at him. "So - I thought I'd get this little guy to remind me" He lit his cigarette by shooting the end of it with a . 32 caliber Derringer he whipped from his boot - " I wanted it to remind me that life is precious, you know - to take in the beauty." He exhaled. " You know what I mean ?" I just smiled and nodded and went and grabbed my sketch book.
                        We bounced some ideas back and forth over a couple of sit downs - in public spaces, and some secret meetings elsewhere. We came up with this. The Scorpion in perspective over Mars. He likes Mars - birth planet - Zodiac. Planet of war - symbolic / mythological. Red - cool color. So I did up the semi-final designs, we proofed them -  and then went ahead with coloring.
                        In conclusion : It was very nice to see him again, and he was very happy and excited when I presented the finished design to him. He was so happy in fact he told me he even disarmed the plasma mines he had hid in the bush beside my house - WHAT ??? "Nothing personal you know, just hav'ta cover all the bases." God damned contract mercenary Intel - agents . . . . you just never know !!!  

The Gladiator

Prangkt  knew it was wrong thinking to go venturing into Sakall 3 looking for employment.  It was one of the biggest shit holes in the five lateral sectors - but he did it anyway.  Driven by those universal motivators sustenance and shelter - he went. Stepping cautiously into the deep shadows of the entrance tunnel . . . how many days ago now . . .  he couldn't remember. He moved forward  -  and then it all went black.
Judging by the throbbing and pulsing at the back of his head he could tell he was drugged. Must have been that froth vine cream he was handed by those Skouds. And to think he always held Skouds in high regard before. Little blue jerks. And then a flashing of lights and the sensation of heat and pressure. Only to wake to find himself with handling loops fully installed into his body. Aggression stimulator chips sunk deep into the soft tissues of his sub - brain. And threats,  threats,  threats. Oh, and the Circullo Beetle Sap they are now trying to get him addicted to.  Great - just flipping great !
"Ahhhh . . . I really did it this time . . ." Prangkt thought as he was being dragged to his first match.  But things have a funny way of balancing themselves out.  And if the Repsectian guard was paying more attention to his captive slave, than indulging his meandering thoughts in the copulation trenches he looked forward to visiting at the end of his shift - he would have noticed a sly long grin starting on the face of his Veelunian captive - a long hard cold sharp edged smile. For little known to the guard or his superiors, for he arrived without papers on that needful eve - they had just grabbed and have been tormenting and mishandling  PRANGKT - the terror of the inversion wars -  butcher of the embryo caverns - impaler of every last Terdt, half dead or still running at the end of the Claussian Battles.  Sole mutilator of the poisoned convents and their repulsive occupants on Station 343 near the edge of the Induus Belt. Assassin of Bwunder the Cruel.  Dispatcher of thousands of souls. Reaper. Lover. Tormentor. Gladiator . . . . P R A N G K T !!!  Boy are they in  T R O U B L E  now !!!

E A S T E R madness -

ALRIGHT  ~   It's spring and that means it's time for more ridiculous cult ritual celebrations by our mono-theist friends and nieghbours. So when a star isn't guiding shepherds to sheds to watch waifs being born into filth along side chattel - it's what - a fat man riding flying caribou who leaves gifts for you by jumping down your chimney ? Wow - who handed out the L.S.D. at breakfast this morning ???
O.K. - so the spring festival is the topper for me  - a tortured man, nailed to lumber, thrown into a cave, who only .....  RISES FROM THE DEAD  three days later !!!  What ???  Holy walking zombies Batman !!!  Oh yeah, and lets not forget the canabalistic aspects of this cultist behaviour - eating the flesh and drinking the blood of the slain. Awesome !!! Thank [ something ] these people are 'civilized'  Who knows what they could get up to if they weren't.  Whew !!!
       So - I thought I'd post this in lieu of the approaching 'holiday' - cause, like Scoob - people aren't going to get it. The chances of being accused of some 'awful' perspective ( philosophically / ideologically ) run high !!!  And the irony is .... the finger pointing and suspicion will come from the cultists - because I made a red man with bat wings instead of - what .... a skinny hippie long hair who's supposed to save the world by running around telling people to love each other. Good work J.C. - look around - it's really catching on.  And considering most people I talk to about this stuff ( religion ) only fiend adherence to those ridiculous systems out of coercion and threat - "You'll burn FOREVER if you don't tow the party line !!!" It seems desperate and sad. And also a hudge drive for capaital and financial gain.  Fascists. Desperate...... scared...... heads in the sand little fascists.

Oh well....... more fairy tales in the land of the strange. Each to their own.

Peace & Love - and free chocolate  ~  Uncle  -  J i m

ZINE ~ 3

      The wind in trees that you hear but never see.

    The idea of time that seems to live only on the face of a clock.

    The chanting of memories like drums in your mind.

    The constant leaving and arriving of things.

    Shadows always present  -

    no matter how bright the sun.

( Recommended Listening : 'Burn Girl Prom Queen' by Mogwai. Album : EP 6 )

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