Wishing Feet Slip on Cunning Stairs

Here is a piece from "Termination Dust" (Ambient Primitive Improvisations Vol. 1)


Hope you all have a great day!

Chapter 4

"Satan has been lying to you - you have already received the Holy Spirit!"

...and with those words... WHAM-O!!!
   I hit the floor where fire-tongued syntax commences
   heavenly combat with its Netherworld foil.

Afterward, riding home in a 60's VW Beetle
piloted by the most devout of Christian rockers - I call it a draw!

Chapter 3

Inevitably at any given point during a testosterone drenched bout of street fisticuffs - the shirt comes off of one of the combatants and is often followed by said individual assuming a ridiculous martial arts pose. This person is then usually knocked unconscious... My particular recanting of this pugilistic fable also involves homemade tattoos of down syndrome afflicted canines and an assault rifle hidden behind the front door - just beneath a Salma Hayek shrine. Do I really need to elaborate further? Nah... didn't think so either.

Chapter 2

It has been said "Bird who fly upside down,have dirty crack-up".
This mirthful,frontal lobe platitude was one of a regular rotation
of semi-bawdy philosophical tidbits to spew like dyslexic alphabet
soup from my Father's mouth.

It was upon this wizened foundation that I, with abandon, lay the
first bricks and mortar of my own hillariously subjective house of worship.

Chapter 1

Somewhere near the precise moment that my Grandfather - Vernon Reno Kalispell was being severalized from most of his left hand digits,courtesy of a wayward though by no means malevolent sawblade. Komogwa - that undersea plutocrat of Makah lore emitted a subtle,yet deep sigh sending a single,nearly imperceptible glasslike bubble to rest gently and momentarily upon the waters off Shi Shi beach before bursting silently outward.