Post #411715 by kingstiedye on Sat, Oct 4, 2008 8:07 PM

there goes jonesEy. one of lono's own prototypes. my high powered aloha clad mutant braddah. i hate to advocate smog, tikis and mexican food to anyone, but they've always worked for us. we are vagabonds, mug weirdos with serious credentials in art, ceramics and tiki madness. we mingled with dangerous characters from ruzik, bamben and squid to tiki bong, who back in the good old days was banned from tiki central for fraud, perjury, graft, and criminal negligence. i was somewhere around fairfield, on the edge of the valley, when the realization hit me that it was over. i remember saying something like "i feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive....", but no one was there. and suddenly there was a terrible roar all around me and the sky was full of what looked like brightly colored painted tikis , all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the stereo blasting radiohead on the way to sactown. a voice was screaming: "holy jesus! what are these goddamn tikis?". i stared into the back seat through wraparound spanish sunglasses and saw da kine tikis were still there. suddenly the garish tikis in the sky were gone. i pulled into the driveway, exhausted.

[ Edited by: kingstiedye 2008-10-05 14:44 ]