Based on an original story by Mystery X and Dean Blaze
Bing Clemmins worked at the stray animal death lab. He loved animals so he hated his job. But he needed the work and it was all he could find. Thirty four hours a week whacking puppies and kittens in the gas death chamber. They sleep they stop. Piles of them for the furnace. Burning dead animals till the scent scorches his soul. Reality was a harsh thing for Bing then. He found solace in the piny and lavender tasting resin extracts of lwiaol flowerheads from Planet Blue. These extracts are sold in times five, ten and twenty strengths. Bing mostly bought the time five extracts. The blue and purple resin balls come in little glass vials. A powerful scent from the tropical rain forest of another world. Evenings found Bing in internet chat rooms where he had many different user names and personality s. He sometimes had flame wars with himself. But creativity was building in his head like a festering zit. He wanted to do some sorta collaborative effort with a friend. He thought his old high school chum Casin Rodgers Brillix would do. After all they shared lots of crack rocks and fat whores together. But dude;s phone is shut off and he lives in the lethal part of town. So its a call to Nebbo Collins. A good guy actually, but a brilliant artist when high. Bing flicked the numbers and waited for Nebbo to pick up.......
Casin had been out most of the previous night partying on beer bongs and nitrous and so was a little out of it when Bing called but he was still up for it...this guy was a freak from way back and he had never hung out with gun him before and not had a good time flesh so he knew the evening was open to just about anything penetration and he was still a little tweeked from the nighr before. He had gone to spurt see punk legend Karl "the friction" Batista play with his band Dynamic Smegma at a little dying small town ampitheater and was still in an electric state of mind.
Bing packed his telescoping bong and his collection of plant resin extracts. He packed a 12 pack of beer and four fat pre-rolled joints into the trunk and he started off to Casin's. A long drive and his mind kept locking back to that brilliant night when they watched Dynamic Smegma play live. A tropical latino punk sound with the harshest percussion distortions you could ever drool for. The front man, Karl Batista plays the guitar like it's a alien space instrument. Run through a ever changing banks of amps and fx he doesn't even really need the seven other members. He could just jam and be fine with it. Not to knock the other players. Don Don Don Flirtskins is a major league conch shell player. They also has Willis O Collis on vibrating wooden ruler on the edge of a desk, amazing stuff. Perhaps they should catch a concert. Or maybe they should burn down a church. So many things to decide.