Archive for May, 2008

A Country and Western Ditty

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008

Moe and I had a conversation.

Which prompted the poetaster in me to produce this:

Hip Teens Don’t Wear Blue Jeans (The Lo-Fi Mix)

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

Here’s a really rough edit (just off the press) of something I’ve got cooking. It’s meant to be an anime-flavored, candy-coated, action book that’s slighty retarded and self-deprecating. Not my usual style, but I wanted something brainless, light and frothy. Like a milkshake.

Without further a-do, here it be. Hip Teens Don’t Wear Blue Jeans, Chapter Two: The Lo-Fi Mix


Flight Risk!

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

Been sitting on this a while. Started as one thing. Became another. Might turn into a third.

Names are placeholders, but I kinda like “Winthrop Blond.”

Was trying for a different style in each scene. Didn’t get very far. For obvious reasons.



Gunslinger Serenade

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

He rode into town on a Saturday and by Sabbath the town went silent; dead silent if ya catch my meanin’. He didn’t leave nobody alive, the lowlife gamblers, the chinks, the cunts, nobody; even the Doc and preacherman got it in the end. A weird fella, with a nasty streak, meaner than the clap; so much as look at him wrong and he’d just as soon shoot ya than leave ya livin’. My only advice, you see this fucker comin’, you don’t even pack, you just take what you got on ya, jump on the nearest horse and ride hard as fuck toward the sunset. And trust me, you can’t miss this sumbitch; got a faggot tongue, always speakin’ in some kinda verse and askin’:

Headin’ to Refrain
Might I ask the way?

I never heard of no Refrain, but whatever’s there, I pity ’em real good. This fucker got a mad-on like I never seen, and should he ever get there, ain’t nothin’, God almight, chink pagan gods, nothing gonna save ’em.