high dosage of dopeness

if one or two dope things are good, then all the dope things at once is better, right?
beards, bobots, hot fire spit, bearskin bodies, hands w/ teeth, cephalopod legs, birds, hooves
the wrench. i'm sayin', this one gets it in, ya'll...

a short note on the end of the norse world:
the sons of muspell live somewhere warm, like a volcano, or florida.
they want to have a no-holds title-match battle in Asgard, against the Aesir, the norse gods.
their leader is surt, who is a giant black guy that lights the whole world on fire. for real.
y'see, the gods are always fighting ice ogres,  winter trolls, and frost giants, but, when the fiery furious hothead barbarian monsters show up, they've got no hot fire to fight fire with, and so their weak sauce spells disaster.
the new hottness fire dispensers are a whole new 'nother animal entirely,
one that not even the valhalla viking vanguard of vengeance can f- with. 
epic old gods. fire gods. the people of muspelheim. 
c'mon, ya'll.
surt is the patron god of volcanoes, flames, creative destruction and a bunch of other super dope stuff. i swear, ya'll,
 that i totally have a few older posts that totally talk about
 volcanoes, 
creative destruction, and you already KNOW about the hot fire.
 (follow that link up there^.)
vanilla sky like a mofo.
and speaking of vanilla sky, all over again.
we had a bulldog in the shop all day yesterday, on the same day i wore my brand new tie, with bulldogs all over it...
my homeboy mahi-mahi franz came in to the studio the same day i talked about mahi-mahi fish with
my ninja rovetti.....
& two totally different, and totally offensive pope tattoos and two seperate pigs wearing cop hats tattoos, (all 4 tattoos done by me) on two completely unrelated guys in the same place, at the same time yesterday, as well.
what are the odds? in my small, small world, pretty darn good...
cultivated coincidences, on very fertile imaginative soil.
ridiculous, that i can't vanilla up some lottery #'s or somethin'.
weak-sauce, you can be sure.
it seems like coincidences are more likely to happen as the concentric expanding shockwaves of being expand outward. eventually, numerous enlarging circles overlap, and everybody's flavor touches everbody else's. collisions of comprehension. 
(everything is the blanket, ya'll....& if you don't know, watch 'i heart huckabees' another time)

hey hey, ya'll.
may 9th was punch's birthday! he's 346 years old.
happy belated, to a very really-real style o.g barbarian battle-beast.

that pretty much sums up today.
keep it real, my ninjas.
uno out.