eleven, until eleven

curly willow.
two years ago,
a twisty branch decoration from a valentine's bouquet sprouted some roots.
a year later, it was a tree,
another year, this one, and cuttings are sprouting some more sweet baby scions.
for real,
these little budding buddies are no joke.

grow, my ninjas.
one way or another,
get your roots straight, and start branching out.
if these silly little shoots can make moves,
you've got no excuse.....

in other news,
i am trying so hard to scoople all that celery, son.
i'm sayin',
the only good vegan cheddar is that movie check, yo......
i worked a furious full day of doo-doo butteriness.
12 hours of excellent ideas, fun folks, and lucrative liasons,
except in reverse.
10 tipsy-type lovely ladies came in to 'look around' at closing time,
and then came back at 8p.m.
since i was already running waaay late,
we decided to make those moves, yo.
jess and i stayed until 11p.m. rocking their inebriated socks off,
mostly because they all got foot tattoos.
me and my sweetness even kinda had a sort-of romantic time,
keepin' it real,
art-attacking those toes,
and reppin' the straight street (shop);
the hot fire of 'the rev. rock hot fire sermon' was definitely turned all the way up to eleven....
it's crazy to count up how much loot i didn't make for sacrificing a saturday night.
however,
i refuse to succumb to the weak-sauce wallet crusher,
and will be lathering, rinsing, and repeating the process all flippin' day again today.

even my hats know how to let a mutha-ucka know what time it is......
never quiet, never soft.....