raiders of the lost hottness.

tons of berserker mayhem. courtesy of these treats i got delivered to me in the mail Thursday.
playmobil.
'tardedly amazing.
but, alas,
no new art today.
i have some sketches, but time-ticking lapses in temporal relativity left me unfinishing a lot yesterday.
i did get a watch. to chronicle the ebbing, waning, top half of the hourglass.
where do the minutes go?
at least 90 were devoted to 'the golden compass', which was not quite as
thermometer-popping as i would have hoped.
read the books if you haven't already. 'his dark materials', I, II, & III.
the golden compass, the subtle knife, and the amber spyglass. bam-a-lama.
because after all, barbarians defy 'the authority' every muthaflippin' day.
...at least the watch is the hottness:

its pretty dope.
its not a gold watch, its a brown watch.
earth-colored metal.
alchemy at it's most metallurgically magnificent.
relax, that's not a real dead reptile body on the strap, either.
c'mon-take it easy.
i'm not mick 'crocodile' dundee, for cryin' out loud.

the cucch has pictures of his new barbarian moustachio.
crazy french fishermen off the coast of bretagne spring to mind.
check it out and show my ninja some love.....

i got my stickers,
the first entries of many,
in an all-out battle royale for adhesive label supremacy:

say it loud, 'i wreck sh!t, and i'm proud!' word up.

if you doo-doo that freaky sh!t, then let the ninjas know you do, OKAAAAAY?!
you do want some, don't you?
well,
you can have them.
all i need is a s.a.s.e. (9"long, hot fire gots that length, son.)
no 'flag' stamps, please.
i like 'em better on pretend ribbons on car bumpers... sure i do.
liberty bells are okay, though. (rock the bells, yo.)
send that junks here:
rocktology
c/o battle-beast #11
p.o. box 1966
north conway,
nh. 03860
i'll even write you a little letter,
and include some ninja-style drawing too....
and maybe even other 'nother secret stuff.....

this may be the only time that purple apparel has been considered appropriate attire.
raiding parties are the only parties i go to, ya'll.

waging war on weak-sauce waterbabies all weekend long.
wu-tang!!!
never quiet, never soft.
believe it.