ferocious friday fuego

i want that purple stuff...
a real day off.
that's so nice.


i don't ever actually get tired of toadlets.
they seem to really like jess.
something about fairy princesses or some sh!t.
for real, she seems to be the one who always finds them.
which means she also gets the toad pee on her hand, too.


this is my homeboy jim.
he bought his first gun the other day,
so naturally we went out to buck some lead,
all outdoorsy and manly, and all that.
after a quick minute,
and some helpful pointers from the madison police's sgt. colby,
he was sending the lightning downrange with uncanny accuracy.
nice.

i, on the other hand, was the spittin' image of a 'tarded-ass huck finn.
i can hear you thinkin':
'good job dressing like a mississippi river quasi-homosexual, mr.rock.'
(and did you notice the gloves?)
all in all, after a few hours of wreckin' shop, and hangin' out,
we went back, got my sweetie pie, and went out for lunch.
back here at home, the river is swole' up from the hole up.
all the backyard beachside baskin' spots are deep underwater.
nature likes to clean up her spots every once in a while.
all the floodwaters have unleashed a mushroom frenzy, too.
and with a mushroom frenzy,
you better believe you can hardly walk a single footstep without getting slugs all up in your business.
flippin' slugs.
they're like the homeless person version of snails.
skanky, yo. i'm sayin'....

i can safely say i took 'er easy today.
just be dopeness has many faces.
i'm figuring out the nomenclature,
classifying the categories,
and working it all out to better help ya'll understand.
i.e.:
battle-bard.
that's your entry level, low impact style bold move maker.
there's no shame in it, son.
warrior poet.
a seasoned soldier of dedicated dopeness.
the hot fire is hotter,
the volume is louder,
and that's just how it goes, day in and day out.
furious fiery folk-life flavor.
and then, of course, there's
berserker barbarian battle-beast.
ninjas don't just get to join up and be on that type sh!t straight away.
but,
with a little bit of practice,
and some serious lava-lipped lightning strike livin'
we'll all be on the same level eventually.
all the way up,
to eleven.

i've got my sights lined up on a life worth livin',
every day, in every way,
never quiet, never soft....