Nitro von Borax

Acrylic on canvas, 36″ x 48″, in the private collection of Ms. Stella Magdalen
THANX STELLA!

PASSION STY was my cover artwork for the Pulp Magazine PASSION STY, now sadly out of publication. PASSION STY’s WNW Motto was inspiring: Why Not Wallow?

& very special Appreciations to my model, Flo “Dirty” Blondough  for her hard work lying around in filth, on garbage bags, smokin’ cheap cigars & drinkin’ Pabst & Schnapps & eatin’ corn dog after corn dog

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The Concept of a Magazine called PASSION STY is available & there’s already a cover for it

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Pirate Poem, from Captain Sugarbeard, of THE QUEEN’S REVENGE, as a Bonus:

I’ve had my share of wenches & I’ve had my fill of trulls
They’ve keelhauled me a thousand times; I’ve breached all of their hulls
There was Betty with no bloomers, there was Wendy with her whips
There was Sonja & her strange device & all of Liza’s lips,
But I never felt so filthy
As I do with all this gold
It is made of mud & murder
& it’s desperately cold
c:
& the Devil’s door is golden
& the money seals your fate
For the more that you are holding
Then the greater is the weight
& your Barrelman is blinking,
& you’ve swamped your caravel,
& I’ll float while you are sinking
Down to Davy Jones in Hell

I’ve been in Roman orgies & I’ve worn some lingerie
I’ve been the game the sirens & the selkies like to play
They’ve spanked me on the buttocks, they’ve covered me in cream
They’ve tied me down & had their way & made me cry and scream,
But I never have been sullied
By the stirrings of my loins:
For the dirty is in money
& the shame is in the coin
c.
I have lost myself in silken thighs & bosoms deep as oceans
I’ve crawled through sewers, slums & swamps & all I wore was lotions
There was Ginny & her husbands, there was Winnie with her wives,
& one who stole away to me but left me there in gyves
But I never have been tainted
As I am from these doubloons;
For the sickness is in money
& I wish I was immune
c.

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