rattles

Rattle:

There were

Four or five rattles

All sitting nice

On a brightly colored

Star blanket

On the altar

They looked like buckskin

So smoothly wrapped around

A gourd or something

A couple had horns

Like a devil

A couple others

had horsehair

streaming down

from the handle

they looked pretty important

I’d seen them lots over the years

All over the place

In old

nearly abandoned

Rez churches

People’s houses

Treatment centers

Sundances

Vision quests

All of the rattles

In a row

I stared at them

While my uncle

Matoa Omani

Growled at everyone

Telling them stories

About his journey

How it brought him

To the Red Road

From the darkness

Almost boasting about it

While my other Mach-Peya Tekula

Sat silently broodingly

Playing with his braids

His moustache

Patiently waiting

For the ceremony to begin

And make

Stars of them both

Then it was over

The speeches

The warnings

The heeding for anyone

To leave without the will

Or nerves

And the darkness

Fell upon us all

A darkness like no other

As the ceremony started

And I thought back

To my first sundance

Under the endless blue

Skies of wolf point

And that first night

At my uncle’s house

Staring up at the vast

Night sky

Lying on a bedroll

At more stars than I’d ever seen

Glimmering silently

The universe holds so many

Secrets from us all

As I lay there I knew

In a few days

My blood would be spilt

Beneath the blue sky

A lot of blood would

Be spilt

And now

Thinking back to that time

I watched

As the sparks dropped down

A sign that the grandfathers

And grandmothers

Were arriving

And I knew in a few moments

The rattles would be flying around

The room in total darkness

A room full of people

Full of people

On the floor

Huddled together

In a darkness so complete

Not even a sliver of light

Could pierce through

And I knew the whole

Building would begin shaking

The floor rumbling

As though vast herds of buffalo

Of deer

Of elk

Were circling outside

And sometimes you could hear

Bears growling fiercely

And I would always picture them

Standing and scraping

At the windows and doors

And then the flap of wings

Would be everywhere

Huge wings

That cooled you off every time

They passed over you

And I fought hard the urge

To reach out

And to try to grab a rattle

As it flew overhead

Shaking like rattlesnake tails

Everywhere at once in the darkness

It always made me wonder

If there was more to this life

Than it seemed

And now

As I live

A less-than traditional life

I miss those days

And do not know

If I can

Ever return.

re: three days and then emptiness....

i've had three days with my kids, and then i won't see them again for two weeks as i have to hit the road again to make some cash......after i dropped them off i went for a walk and took some photographs of the city where i live......it's funny, because no matter how hard i try to just take a straight up photo of something, i always have to "tweak" it and do something to it......so here's a couple examples of my photographic experiments in trying to take a scene of the city where i live......nice and tripped out......but i also think it captures the sort of fire/turmoil/emptiness i feel after i drop the kids off......it's like my house is silent all of a sudden, the dust settles and a strange quiet envelopes me like a cocoon and i struggle to pick myself up off the floor to get things moving......the wind gets kicked out of me i guess.....

hence the walk i took last night and to take a few photographs and think about my next moves and ideas creatively........i'll be in toronto next week, which should be fun, always have a good time there, and i'll be putting up my show at Alternator Gallery in Kelowna, BC over the next few days.......lots to do.......see you on the frontlines......

cb

re: seasick steve.....

i must be getting old, or something. but i really dig the music of seasick steve, and not coz he reminds me of the guy who does my tattoos, but coz i think he really hits me with his cool, brand of old school blues.......

he even uses a diddely bo! a one string instrument like a guitar, but cheap and made from found objects!

anyways, i've been home a while, which is weird, but nice kinda, it just means less cash! ha ha!

in between wrapping up projects, starting new ones......i thought about hanging it all up and just get a joe job......but i know i wouldn't last long and i'd be gagging and gouging my eyes out for freedom, and that's what i've got for now........and it's worth more than anything else at the moment........

anyway, here's a series of images that i love, informed, obsessed, been proud of, not so proud of, and just plain weird, and things i dig at the moment....

jayda bose i love you
me being interviewed for an Open Learning Course, oh my god, i'm being absorbed into mainstreamness.......or is it finally coming around to my world?!?

until next time friends, foe, lovers, stalkers, fans, and the like, see you real soon!
and thanks for tuning in!

cb

re: i've got this one!

gordo is my dad, no really, he is......just ask him!

bahahahahaha as if!

re: harper eats cats!

hi all,

i'm going to satire our politicians for a bit.....and i'm gonna start with the big cheese himself, stephen harper, our prime minister, a cat eater!

this is the first image i'm going to do a limited run of shirts silk screened with it, and a catch phrase, like,

"Stop Harper from eating cats!"

or something like that......post your recommendations if you like!!!

cheers,

cb

re: my god, my kids, my time......

praise baby jesus, the lard, jesus coyote and the rest of the J12 crew!

i've got three of my kids for the weekend! it's been a grueling five months since i've seen them, and it was emotional picking them up. especially my daughter ava, she cried hard and said she missed me so much and just didn't let go for about five minutes. i cried a little too, but i had to put on the brave face and not turn into a blubbering pile of tears. my daughter jayda cried a bit tonight, i barely know her, and my son was great, and in the meantime, i'm going to cherish every moment with my kids and never let them slip away again.

reports from the front and trenches shall continue, and until next time,


hugs,


chris bose.

re: sacred hearts.....

i'm recently inspired by david choe, and also, there's a great website that does amazing posters for gigs and albums and shall remain nameless until i catch up to the bastards. in the meantime, i know i need to push myself harder creatively and to take more chances.


recently i've moved to the suburbs, and swore i'd never do it again, but you know, it's kinda nice and quiet.....i went for a walk tonight amidst the massive homes.....all of them dark and the streets eerily silent......somehow it was reassuring, and affirming that everything will be alright. i need to create more art and hit the road, but i'm kinda tired right now of the road....ha ha, but i'll be okay once i hit the highway tomorrow and feel the wind, and see the mountains and the sky........

life is strange, and i dream of other worlds and places.....tonight, i thought about the people i've outlived, the relationships i've destroyed, and the silence between you and i.

for now, i'll burn bright and work harder, and perhaps one day we'll meet again, and if not, that's okay too, and if you have no idea what i'm talking about, that's okay too......

i miss the ones i love, and cannot wait until we're reunited.......

until then, strangers, friends, lovers, foe and fans,

i'll keep writing you from the frontlines and trenches, sending you bulletins from the past for a future we may never know....ha ha!

until then, hugs and kisses,



chris bose.

the resurrecting fires.......

Hello friends, lovers, fans and foe,

fires come and go, love and hate, sex and death, but all i know is i've got to keep making art to survive.....i've given up everything else to get here, so, there ain't no quitting....


see you down the road.....

oh, and before i forget, my next art show in Kamloops, BC, is going to be August 13, 2010 - September 11, 2010......

kinda ominous dates to be sure, but that's the way she goes........

cheers,


chrisbose.

re: 3 new pomes for the fire.......

Faces and Places:

Looking at photos

I feel a strange disconnect

To my body

And my actions

Love and betrayal

Loyalty and lust

Make strange

Lovers

People I have hurt

I have loved

Can be defined

Lined

Shaped

Into little images

On a screen

On a piece of paper

Sometimes little lines

On a paper

It doesn’t matter

I struggle to remain

In control

Of memories

And further behaviour

So I might scratch another day

From this shell

Of a man

Even if there is no

Redemption.

That night:

God

I remember that night

It haunts me

We hit it off

Sparks towards the fire

The firewater

The stories

The flirting

The smokes

And then more drinks

As we fought

Another dark

Winter night

Battled depression

The struggle

Of a small town

Trying to swallow

Us whole

The madness it brings

And I remember

Your laughter

And your eyes

As you stood over me

The blade between

Your hands

Just before you

Brought it down

Smashing it into

My chest

Past the flesh

And the blood

And bone

Into my heart

One

More

Time.

Flashes between the fire:

I am

A haunted man

Staring at the darkness

Between the flashes

Of the fire

Faces

And places

Forests

And fields

Highways

And cities

Rattle through my head

Like a train

At dawn

After a night of white lines

And fine whiskey

Sometimes

I feel remorse

Other times pain

Sometimes even nothing

As I sit up

And walk

Towards the fire

Knowing I have sacrificed

It all

For an education

In the world

And I write this

As a warning

A scream

On the edge of a mountain

Do not follow

In my footsteps

Choose another profession

See another light

As I struggle

Through the darkness

Untangling myself

From umbilical tombs

And barren cities

Scraped of all that is left

Like a hide

Stretched out

Waiting to dry.

re: upcoming show at Alternator Gallery in Kelowna, BC!!!!

come one, come all to this show that is going to kick ass!!!

re: downtime....

the road.

i don't know how to explain it, i've been on touring cycles for so long now, two or three weeks out, back for a week or a couple days, do laundry, check the calender, double check things and head back out. i've put close to twenty thousand kilometers on the car. it's hard to explain it, gigs, happy faces, people excited to meet you, hear you do your thing, play some guitar, read some poetry, then meet and greet after, sign some books and then off to a pub to check out a band or something. i love it, and people are so happy to see you, so when you come off the road, you get the doldrums.......everyone knows your schtick in your hometown and aren't all that excited anymore! ha ha! so that's part of the reason i keep heading out! you get hooked to the applause, the meets, the greets, the smiles and good vibes. plus, people always want to show you the best their town has to offer, be it an amazing viewpoint of the city, or the mountains, or a lake, or the ocean or whatever. i haven't been home longer than a week and i go stir crazy! now, i'm starting to reflect on the places, the faces and the things i've seen. it's pretty amazing, i miss my kids the most, but it's a lifestyle i can't imagine leaving. now, how do i keep the damn thing moving along and how do the shows and venues get crazier?

in the meantime, i've got some great news, alongside the new anthology

W'daub Awae: Speaking True : A Kegedonce Press anthology

Edited by Warren Cariou

that i've got plenty of new poetry in, i've also got some art shows coming up!

June 18 – July 31, 2010

at the Alternator Gallery in Kelowna, BC!

It's gonna be a crazy show, i hope you can make it! keep you posted on the details!

As well, i've got a show coming up in Kamloops, BC, July/August, but i'll get back to you on the details, it'll be at Arnica Gallery at the Old Courthouse.

until then, i'll see you somewhere down the road......


cheers,



cb

re: reading in winnipeg tonight!

hello friends, lovers, appreciators, foe, family and everyone in between,

i'm reading tonight in winnipeg, at Aqua Books, and i've been having a great trip so far, a quick one, but worth every bit of it!

had a great flight over yesterday, fun at the skybar, last one on the plane outta calgary and chilling out today in winnipeg.....

http://www.aquabooks.ca/events.php#kegedonce

there's link regarding tonight's festivities!

check it out!

re: new pomes

right, so these are fresh new pomes, wrote tonight and here for your literary pleasure........

It’s two thirty

And I’m avoiding

My most recent love affair

Where I left a beautiful guitar

And clothes

And poems

And a tiny bit

Of my heart

And a shadow of my soul

That she trapped in a box

Of mirrors

To look at and laugh at

When the world

Turns her away

But I won’t go

Down that easy

I’ll fight it

I’ll rise up

From the ash

And the powder

And gin

And scream at the sky

I loved you

At the same time

You loved

Me

And then we smashed it all

Against

That concrete building

In Vancouver

and while we had

hot sex

in the window

I knew it was all

Coming to an end

And with each push

With each thrust

I had no expectations

Of eternity

Of glory

Of certainty

No, I just wanted

That last push

And a kiss

And a warm bed

One more night.

At 2:43 a.m.

I’m caught

I’m seized

By panic

Like a beast

Trapped in a net

As the sun rises

Over the forest

The fog rising

The mist settling

Over the long green

Blades

Of grass

Gathering in buds

Of flowers

Waiting to bloom at dawn

I am a coyote

In the mountains

Waiting to howl

Waiting to hunt

Waiting to kill

And then I hear a train

The pounding it makes

Against the rails

And

That’s when I remember

I am a man

A human

And

Not a beast

And that I have court in the morning

And a lawyer to meet

And a statement to write

And a soul to defend

But I realize

I have the days confused

And I have another

Twenty four hours

To redeem myself

To save myself

From the drama

Of the woman

And the man.

A higher form:

I keep defending myself

In bordellos

In whorehouses

In garages

In university classes

In the mouth

Of love

And desire

That I am a strong man

And a

Weak man

But what it all comes

Down to

Is those final hours

At the end

Of the night

After eight hours

Of drink

And smoke

And song

And promises

That I will always

Be there

And

We love

We bond

We strike together

And

Connect

Before the hangover

Before the vomit

And

That long endless slow crawl

To the toilet

And the kitchen sink for a glass

Of water

And that final kiss

To end the night

And walking towards the car

Before the sun rises

And we all

Become mortal

Again.

I lie to her:

Again

And again

Telling her

That I don’t love

Her

And we drink

And we smoke

And we have sex

As we travel down

A road

That is infinitely wide

And without direction

Towards a destiny

Towards

A fate

That I know will

Ultimately end

As quickly

As it started

And while it lasts

I will get

Every pound of flesh

That I possibly can

Off of her

And love her tightly

In the bed

In the shower

In a chair

In a hotel on Granville street

Before it all

Falls apart

And I will be

The one leaving

With an aching heart

One more time

you have the lovers.....

coyote, death, and desire......

i burn bright, night after night, coyote, death and desire.........

re: urban coyote biz card

here's my shill, my new card, which i guess means i'm open for business.....film, graphic design, digital art, etc........

obzen

burning in water, drowning in flames.......

i often have dreams of angels, and burning water........and then this beautiful redhead saves me every time.....so far........

ze perilous misadventures of jesus coyote 2010 A.D.

re: my muse......

this is actually my ex, she's good with a gun and martial arts.....we have a kid together, and she did plenty of modeling for me..........we get along alright, one of my most recent ex's commented on how much she admired my ex's......and now she's part of the team ha aha! do i seem shallow? ha ha kidding! thank you bill hicks for that line.......






in the meantime, i'm gonna get mean and crank out some mean art......i hope you are ready for the ride....

re: beware a woman with a gun.....

re: i'm back to earth again!

hello friends, lovers, haters, fans, stalkers, appreciators, and more......

i'm back to earth, after a whirl-wind several months touring all over b.c.

and i'm not as tired as i should be.

but i am determined to get more art/writing done and will once again be back to the old grindstone and shall be posting new stuff asap!

love is a funny thing, it can be very, very distracting for artists, and when i tend to dive into it, i tend to go all the way.....

i think i get more done when i'm not distracted by it, so i'll stay out of it for awhile and get back to what i'm good at, which is creating art and such.....

thanks for staying tuned and i'll have something up today and hopefully every day after this post!

hugs, kisses and such,

chris bose.

The crow is at my lips......

The flood and the fire are true:

The bone and the gristle are true

The snake and the bite are true

The corpse and the stench are true

The homeless and the poverty are true

The knife and the meat are true

The flawed and forgotten are true

The lover and the baby are true

The street and the exhaust are true

The smoke and the sewers are true

The sunset and the night are true

The moon and the lovers are true

The blood and the blade are true

The planes and the ground are true

The thunder and the lightning are true

The pawnshops and the hunger are true

The addictions and alcohol are true

The need and bills are true

The struggle and hope are true

The family and the love were true

But I lost my way

And in turn

Lost them

And now I struggle through it all

To find my way back

To a beginning without them

At the end of the day

It’s not how you died

But how you lived

And what you have left behind

For the ones

You loved.

 

The crow is at my lips:

The snake is in my bones

The worms dig inside of me

The eyes were the first to go

Live with her a few months

You’ll know the longest days of your life

I loved her though

Enough to have three kids

Car payments, rent, bills, and the noise

Something was wrong inside her

It was like being in a drunken boat

Never knowing which way it was going

How long it would last this time

Before the next break up

Towards the end there she got good

Knives would unfurl from her tongue

Blades would sing by my head

She said I was just like my mother

She really knew how to hurt a guy

I ran for the door

The crow was at my lips

The snake inside my bones

I thought of our children

But knew I had to escape

Even for just a little while

Until she cooled off

Until she made sense

But that didn’t happen

Another guy happened

But that’s okay now

She’s his problem now

And I just want to see our kids

There’s no going back

She’ll probably end up knocked up again

I know her routines

She is so lost

And has no family

It is painful to watch her

I know her addictions

I don’t know her plans

Just as long as she doesn’t drag

The kids through hell

The crow is at my lips

The snake inside my skull

I am a lonely night

Full of people wanting to die

Wanting to live

Wanting a way out

But not willing to work for it

I am the curse on her lips

The drag of her cigarette

The glimmer in her eyes

As he mounts her from behind

And slowly slips it inside her.

 

This is as real as it gets:

The cold sea wind on my face

The water crashing against the shore

The dark sky above

The tattered sails as we push towards land

The thunder booming loud and hungry

The beer and wine were green and lousy

I think back to shore leave and

The young deck hand

With some whore in his arms (strangely, she looked like my ex)

As he worked it in and out

And she moaned and her red hair tossed

And flowed

That smile on his face

That malice in his eyes

Feral and hungry

I couldn’t take it

I smashed everything

Took a box of memories to mail back

The boat heaves

The hull groans

The captain is down

And its just me and the deck hand

And I’ll make sure only one of us

Makes it to shore.

season change over.....

hello friends, lovers, strangers, enemies, stalkers and the like.......

something happened to me last night, i can't really explain it other than i think i've confronted what's been stressing me out the past few months, a plethora of things really, worried about this, about that, about many things and you know what?

it's not worth the bother, i feel a strange calmness today, perhaps it has to do with the fact i played a lot of guitar and sang my ass off all weekend, some sort of healing or something happened. i let go of stuff perhaps. i dunno. or the season change over, it was so beautiful here in the 'loops all weekend......blue skies, clear nights.......

i reckon, hell, come what may, i'm just going to go for my lot in life and anyone up for the ride is more than welcome to come......

stress, control, worry, they're all negative energies and silly as shit, so i'm not feeding into that vibe any longer......

i wonder if it's cause i saw a lot of sad, tragic wasted human potential this past weekend, people i knew and respected or whatever, i saw their talent destroyed, i saw them living in fear, it made me realize that i have to get it together and really go for what i want to do with my life, which is play gigs and tour like mad. i saw people paralyzed and actually physically ill because of the way they were living or the fear of breaking out of the caste that people expected them to stay in.......too afraid to take that next step, and just wasting away who they were........it was weird.

i guess it was a wake up call, so, i ain't wasting any more goddamn time and i'm gonna seriously get down to business........

lots to do, will keep you posted as i continue to slog it out.......


hugs and kisses,



chrisbose.

lucky.

i've lived, stumbled, staggered, wandered endlessly around and discovered many things in this world.....but none made more sense until i met this goddess......hopefully she won't tear my heart apart......and if she does......what glorious pain it shall be......or, just kidding!

cb

re: omfg!

hye,

friends, lovers, enemies, strangers, fans, estranged, etc....

i just stumbled upon this site and totally forgot about it.....from several  years back when i was doing solo stuff......

http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/bands/Chris-Bose

do check it out.....

until next time,

cb

yes.

these are the great days........

These are the great days:

I’m at her house

It is very comfortable

It is very warm

It is feminine

yet creative and bold

She is very beautiful

And charming

And has a baby

Who is also beautiful

And charming

And together

Her and I drive around

In the day

At night we drink wine

And gin

And beer

And vodka

We play music together

Every night

The conversation is engaging

Her cooking is tremendous

We make plans to conquer the world

She worries we’ll stop making art

And I tell her not to worry

Because there is no other way out

of this boring sterile world

I think she is skeptical

But trusting

And I am trusting

And like any man

With a beautiful woman

Feel blessed to be in her presence

And though all the hell

I’ve been through

In the recent past

I don’t feel trepidation

Or fear

As we let nights and days

Fall from the calendar

And I don’t fear

Us

Ever stopping

The creativity

Or the time between us

Or what people will say

Or contentment

Or boredom

Because I know we’re both

Too crazy for that to ever happen

And I’m going to strike the iron

And stoke the forge

And fan the flames

For these are the great days at last

And I never want them to end.

Wake up:

You wake up

On her bed

Its nice and warm

The traffic drones outside

She lays beside you

Her long dark hair

Always looks perfect

You trace the outlines of her face

With your finger and

Move in for a kiss

As she continues to sleep

Watching her for a few moments

Before slipping out of bed

Down the hall to the bathroom

And then into the kitchen to make some coffee

As you wait for the water to boil

You wonder where she has been

All this time

While you were in the madhouses

The factories

The dead end jobs

The other women each seeming

To be more crazy

Than the other

And all those horrible nights

Those lonely nights

The ones you got down

And prayed

For mercy

For tenderness

For a lover

And then those aching minutes

Between drinks

In run down bars in other cities

Some days raining

The window beating a pitter patter

Of sorrow as the water

Streamed down

Some days sunny

But you still in the pubs

Escaping the heat

The sweat

The dust on your brow

Sweat streaming down your back

Sipping shitty beer

Praying you don’t end up like the rest

Where was she all that time

Between the dark and night

And it was her eyes

You saw hope and promise

Brilliant as a star cutting

Through the darkness

Saving you at last.

Shacked up:

We had been shacked up

Up six weeks solid

Day in

Day out

On the road

Town to town

Doing whatever we wanted

Just traveling

Doing gigs

Taking hundreds of photos

Of our journey

Living the good life

She brought her baby

I brought our guitars

And our car was sometimes smelled

as hungover

As we were

But we didn’t care

We had moments of clarity

Moments of desire

Moments of laughter

Moments of tenderness

And vulnerability

And we didn’t care what the world thought

We weren’t alone

We had each other

And that was all we needed

To hold back the darkness

The gossip

The boredom

The envy

The hate

Of a small town

We had finally started to escape.

re: a slight change of plans...

friends, lovers, strangers, foe, brothers, sisters and all

i'm doing more text based stuff, new poetry and such.......but the art shall be back...

hugs,

cb

all i know is this:

All I know is this:
The gill net we used to use
When I was younger
Used to catch salmon
But it doesn’t anymore
The land I grew up on
Is poisoned
And we cannot eat the game
Or what we grow
Or the water that flows
All I know is this:
The cleaver and the bone
Are not only a tool for a butcher
But a select few women
That know the path
Clear and sharp to my heart
Words also cut
Into soft flesh
All I know is this:
I miss my children
By the minute
By the hour
And I will never abandon them
And the night is terrible
For that’s when I miss them
The most.
All I know is this:
Love is you wretching
Up your stomach
When you get dumped
Praying for the bullet
To cure your aching heart
The headache that won’t go away
All I know is this:
The bullfighter doesn’t always win
Hemingway blew away his promise
My father cut my umbilical chord
And walked away
Drowning his soul with a bottle
All I know is this:
Every street I walk down
I carve my name into the pavement
I scream at the buildings
My words bounce around the glass
And steel and concrete
Losing my self a little bit every day
All I know is this:
The streets are filled
With beautiful temptations
And you have to be aware
Of the blade
The pills
The sacrifices people make
All I know is this.

I am a moon made of copper.

I am a moon made of copper:
Made of glass
I will know your dreams
I will eat your memories
I will devour your love
I will tear down the night
Drive down your roads
Past your homes
Your sleeping families
Your tender dreams
I will skin them like a cat
Put your chair against the door
The butcher knife on the counter
The pills by the water
I will wring you dry
Like a wet rag
I am a moon made of copper
Made of glass
Made of war
Crushing stones in my mouth
I will burn down your cities
I will love my woman
I will pay my lawyer
I will think about the small rooms
Before the parasites
Before I made you these promises
Before I took it all back from you.

breathing fire

in some cultures, breathing fire is not a magic act, or a feat of wonder, but rather, it is an ordinary everyday occurrence. in many ways, breathing fire is a way of life for me. it protects me, it saves me, it heals me. and sometimes, along the way, if you are lucky....and open to the mystery of the cosmos and you let things happen, or go with the flow, sometimes, you meet someone along the way, who is in many ways, just like you. if you're lucky that is. and if not, there is more time, there is nothing but time because, we the lumpen proletariat, are lied to in so many ways, that we no longer believe in time. as for me, i'll continue to breathe fire and continue letting the cosmos guide my travels........she never lets me down........

Meech Lake Soda - the Ab-Original Soda!!

this is for elijah harper

stood up against the meech lake accord

effectively killing it on the floor

good one.

have a sassy sip of meech lake soda!

coming to a rez gas station near you!

CHEERS!!!

cb

aboriginal soup!

 

taking a page from another notorious

art thief named andy warhol

i've created some nummy

aboriginal soup!!

so, dig in and enjoy!

back with a vengeance......and buffy bucks.....

hello friends, lovers, strangers, ex's......

i'm back with a vengeance.......i feel back on it, the game.....and i've been revisiting a series i did about canadian first nations icons.....and i'm going to be reposting them, but slightly different.....the buffy bucks were something i worked on ages ago but never had the balls to post, now i do.......enjoy the buffy bucks coz they're hot.....and going fast.......

i'll finally be printing some stuff up and having it available for sale as well.....time to get things done......

all the bets,


chris bose.