No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm,

Happy Father's Day.
if you're feeling the flavor of a day of dedication to dope dads,
hand out some high-fives to the papa-bear in your life,
and be pysched about dudes who make moves towards paternity.
dads, ya'll, i'm sayin'.....

bike week seriously sucks the sauce out of me.
three out of four 'bikers' yesterday had on american flag bandanas.
the fourth had a confederate flag bandana on.
is there mandatory uniform headgear for motorcycle culture?
i always forget that congregations of conformists always become a fashion show.
that way, all the person chameeleons blend right in, courtesy of fringe leather....
at least rain is in the forecast for the next few days.
if i can't be happy, can't nobody be happy.....
wetness is the hottness when avoiding fatboys, ninjas, valkyries, and road kings.
totally 'tarded.
me, i'm reppin' on pedal power, yo.
steel frames, old french style.
two wheels and the furiously fresh flavor, without the bandanas....

lightning storms, my ninjas.
i love 'em up.
brightening skies, and divine fractures of kinetic berserker fingers,
reaching across the heavens.
byproducts of climatic conflicts.
winds of change, winds of war, and answers, my friends, are blowin' in the wind, too.
i'm thinkin' about going outside in a steel suit, without rubber soles.

dear cloudbreaks,
hit me with your best shot,
im keepin' it ben franklin,
discoverin sh!tstorm power,
without the siphyllis.
xoxoxo,
albie.

today is a day.
maybe even the day.
it's definitely father's day.
i'll be watching 'the life aquatic', again.
and i'll be tempting life to give me the shocker,
one way or another.
i'm on the quest for more wisdom and even more knowledge.
i'm talking and i'm listening.
i'm makin' moves and waiting patiently.
today is a day.
i'm making it.
nunquam quietis, nunquam mollis.....