my buddy the cucch (as in paul cucchiarelli) is back in full effect on the real part of america.
hawaii may be the sparkle magic perfect weather sunshiny rainbow state, but i ask you this:
is it freezing and windy with feet of snow on the ground? thats what i thought. take that,
pineapple capitol.
and steve who lives in mass now is stopping by to say hello to my other returning friend, the mazz. people are popping up and out of the long gone woodwork
these days.
and very proud of all of them we are. everything is changing. there is a season, turn turn and all that.so my week is now accounted for, with dinners and catching up, storytelling and art making. i am practically pooping my pants with anticipation.
in other news, i have been concerning myself with arranging words that dont suck:
sing out loud, a battlecry, like every day is a war and you're outnumbered behind enemy lines,
spit that hard hot fire, like a drumbeat, like an earthquake, like a berserker
barbarian battle-beast.
thats the stuff, kids.
thats what i'm talking about.
sing, spit, wage a scorched earth war on life,
a better fate than death awaits us anywhere...
NEVER QUIET, NEVER SOFT.
1 comment:
it goes - and very proud we are of all of them.
little lewboski's urban achievers yo
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