o hya! srsly!

1st Wave is my station...

Tesla No Longer Welcome...

It has come to my attention that Tesla was responsible for kicking the entire Aztec empire's ass. He did this with a death-ray mounted on the back of a wagon pulled by two mules. He simply went from one Aztec city to the next and would blast the unsuspecting tribesmen with a cosmic energy that no mortal man should be allowed to possess - or for that matter, fire out of a death-ray pulled by a couple of asses.
Tesla travelled back in time from Denver, Co. circa 1800's by simply staring at the curtain of reality and yelling at it until it was ripped asunder and allowed him to pass to wherever he wanted to go. No questions asked.
Tesla and Pancho Villa had a tremendous falling out along the way. The details are lost to forgotten ages but what we do know is that it involved a broken bottle of tequila, a dinosaur and a one-eyed Mexican whore called 'Diabla con Cuera." Pancho had made his move on the one-eyed cutie, but Tesla had been there first.
Tesla didn't like cock-blocking and was not amused.
He took it all a little too personal and meant to wipe out Pancho's ancestors and make it where he would never be born.
Hence "Pistolo rayo los muerto" is fighting words down south, even to this day.

Tesla's Dark Breakfast

Sometimes when Tesla was having a bad morning and he'd been working all night he wouldn't send the boy out to collect the eggs from the hen house. He'd walk out back in his underpants and level his death-ray at the fattest old bird in the yard and vaporize it in a mass of feathers and radiation beyond spectrums known to man in that age (or any since). The super-heat emitted from the death-rays would poach the egg in it's shell and leave it lying alone amidst the dust and smoke of what had formerly been a grand matron of the hen yard. Tesla would hold the egg up at the first rays of the sun and mock Ra with it, chuckling, "What came first, indeed?" There was no cosmic pecking order involved in this madness, it was a chaos which was only controlled by the aim of Tesla's mighty cosmic rage from which none were free. When Tesla longed for fresh milk and had no time to bother with the pail or the milking girl the cries of the cattle could be heard throughout the once silent valley as a reminder of how precious the day would be for those not waking in Tesla's cross-hairs.

'crouched into a deity sized corner across the room - eyes fixed on the vast sheet of gold which did the job as heaven's front door - the pounding and banging of the tiny man on the other side of the cloudbeam mat would not cease. god's patent clerk had caught up with him finally - seems there've been some misfilings. whatever was god to do?'

Excerpts from a Birthday Party

Erin believes in PETA, she believes in nature, she believes in hash, she's a fuzzy koala bear. She talked of books she read between bong hits about political prisoners in Philadelphia called MOVE. She believes Mumia should be set free. She's not old enough yet to be cynical like I am, there's still life left in her.
Full of life and smoke, as the bong is passed over from the Israeli's...they can't speak English, so they just sit and smile with this nervous glee that turns into catatonic glee. The best way to assimilate is to take your brain offline...then you can be slid right in.
I watched them, but didn't partake. Lizzy, a sad girl didn't either. She sat across from me and , watching and wondering what exactly I am all about. She's another mirror that I've seen so many people's faces within.
Tina, my Tina...
Tina came to me and said her mission would be helping artists who find themselves blocked...helping them to work past and create again.
I told Tina that I was blocked - asked her to tell me what was wrong. She looked to me, telling me that I use humor to mask intense hatred and anger.
Good girl, she saw right through me, all the while Lizzy still stared and saw nothing.
And cute little Erin would lead no more protests tonight, she was high as a kite and cuddled up like a Koala bear.