Hookers or Cake

Hey thanks to ordinarywonder for reviewing my

It reminded me, now that I’m unemployed I should promote my books and art. Maybe I’ll make a few bucks! Ahh, I’ll probably blow it on airplane glue.

So, if you would like a set of the new full color Kurt Vonnegut postcards just review my book on Amazon and I’ll send you a free set of 13! or if you want, I still have some Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, and Philip K. Dick postcards. 

Message me once you’ve and tell me what you want and I’ll drop you a free 13 in the mail. Deal?

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I did it!  Wow what a nice shirt ^_^

What a sweet T! I hear Sweat Records in Miami has some for cheap! 13$?!

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The indie craft show was fun. I met a lot of good people. Though I did not realize there would be little kids there…

Three kids ran over to my table, the oldest one was a nine yr old girl. “Cool! Guns knives, and vitamins,” she said, holding up a Hunter S. Thompson postcard. I was instantly terrified. “Can I have one?” she said. “Sure,” I said. How about this one? I showed her a Philip K. Dick postcard. “Its got robots and lasers…” Her younger brother cocked his head and loudly asked “Whats a hooker?” just as the 3-4 yr old knocked a pile of books and tore down my sign. “I like this one,” declared the little girl, holding fast to H.S.T. card. “Mommy look,” she said running over towards a very consevetive looking middle aged women.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve duct tapped the AK-47 under the table, couldn’t shoot my way outta here with just my .45. These Goddamn savages. I could light a few of em on fire and escape a midst the screams and smoke, grab the boat to the Bahamas and then island hop to Jamaica and eventually Brazil. Go back to running bales into Mexico and get myself a new identity in Tijuana. Have a nice place in Encinitas in two months tops…

The mother looked at the card. I fingered my zippo and moved the gas can into position with my foot. “Oh, I just love Johnny Depp!” she declared. 

*****ATTENTION!!!******WHORING AND SELF PROMOTION ***** DEAD AHEAD! *****DANGER!***** LOOK OUT! *****

The new black t-shirts are so black that they are the absence of light and the full spectrum of color. They are the Aplha and Omega. The ying and the yang. A banana daquari and a great white shark. They cost $18 shipped to your door. If you want to ad a and set (12) of single author postcards that’ll set ya back $23 american. I gotsa pay/pal button on my blog.

Canada & International ad $7 because, unlike myself, the post don’t run on butterfly kisses and mescaline.

Thank you for your time and support.

I couldn’t decide which T-shirt I wanted to print so I’m gonna do all four on one. The Four Kings of Literature! If you want one of these in time for the holidays they’re on a heavyweight preshrunk ring-spun white cotton T. For $20 total, I’ll even throw in a signed book and a dozen postcards featuring the individual author pics.

Free shipping and plastic vampire teeth for tumblr friends. Check out my blog if you want a set. I have a paypal button and article with more details Message me if you still have questions.

Warm regards & pudding - Jade Bos VP of Lewd Pony Industries

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

- Hunter S. Thompson

“No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.”

- HST

The Good Doctor