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you know Reality exist when you quit believeing in it and it doesn't go away
PK,Dick
i think thats his name& quat correct me if i am wrong.
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Buddies Bemusings

one thing on the whole outsider folk bs, i am a neurotic you have to keep this in mind, the outsider bs, which comes from reading all these Raw vision mags and folk art messager, that galery out in floyd had all the back issues so i read the whole lot several times, i started cultivating what i do and was it outsider in nature or was its stylistic fakery? and there there is the expose elemant of fake outsider work,
it kinda reminds me of a storie out in the big Bend area where i lived from time to time, they have bordercrossing stations there and you get asked alot of questions as to who you are, etc are you a smuggler or alien?, i would get all nervious wondering if the border patrol would think i was a smuggler, which i am not, but being nervious about being seen this way i would act suspious like i am hiding something,
so one time when i was at the station they asked me to get outta my truck and they put the dogs on the truck to sniff out any drugs, of cource there was none, so they asked me inside, but in my nerviousness i started cussing and halering about being harased , so it must have irrated them and and they asked me inside,
they wanted to search my cloths etc, so i waited in this room and a buch of border patrol offices were there asking me questions and they said they weren't gonna let me leave untill i undressed, i cussed a bunch but it looked like there was no way outta this mess and had to comply, so i got down to my undies,
one of the offices said, well it looks like there is no drugs on ya,
but we need to make sure, that you ain't hidding any other drugs in any other places,
i said what the fuck are you kidding ,
he said you need to get naked and we can see what going on, , i think i called him a bunch of names, and he and the other guys said ,
"boy , we gots to do a body cavity check, do you know what that means?"
"ok i know what i gots to do you #@$%@#@$%^"
it was embarrising which these guys all standing around bent over showing them my ass.
"well your all clean!" he said
"what the fuck ,! you !@#@# why would anybody hide drugs up there thats harrisment, its impossible to hide drugs up there you know!
he said in an old west Texas cowboy voice
"listen here boy the good folks from Mexico hide all kinda stuff up there, just this week we pull this small canister of illegal sumstances from fat ladys ass, "
he had the canister , i thought there is no way that that canister was put in someones rectum , no way,
of cource i couldn't keep my mouth shut about it, and started sayin shit like, "your lying that was put up some fat ladys ass no way!"

"boy you calling me a lyer!" he said as the rest of the border partol offices strated getiing up from the desks, in kinda like a bar room stand off
it was quiet..
So i had to back up what i said, there is no way that some one could have that up up there as no way!
He said" well boy how about we show ya " .
what?!?
and before i knew it ,cause i was still naked and they haven't givin me back my cloth about three ruff necked borter partol offices had me bent over and that cansiter was up in ther qicker that jiffy lube 15 minitues before closing

He said "now walk around notice how easy it is no pain or discomfort unless you ain't shit lately" . and he was right it was like it wasn't even there,.
"you see how easy it is to hide illegal drugs if you realy wanted" he said.
after i walked around playing along inthis uncomfortable experice
he said"just like last week, we found this plastic lidder coke bottle snuggled gently in the canyon'esk ass of this fat ol' lady"
i told him you gots to fucking kidding me, there is no way that some one could have that up there ass,

"What was that boy! you ain't calling me a liar are ya"

oh no its just there is no way say one could have that up there ass.

#@!$%%!
the rest is a blurr but i can say now that the border patrol is doing a fine job finding drugs,

so i have a habit of getting nervious about things even if ain't guilty i would almost have to act guilty to see if i was,

Posted by chickengeorge at March 22, 2006 6:14 PM