trustworthiness.

so i became an ordained minister this morning.
seriously.
online, even.
the universal life church gives out real deal legal eagle ministerial positions, ya'll...
so now i'm the spit hot fire battle-beast shaman numero uno, my ninjas. 
(and for $30, you can become a doctor of divinity, too.)
the big question now is:
which sounds better, exactly:
Doc Rock?, or Reverend Rock?
i guess the just be dope principle is now the just be dope theology........
hahahaha, that's kinda hilarious and kinda awesome, all at once.
whatever, ya'll.
i can get you married now.
i got that kind of juice, yo.
that's the hottness.
civil unions represent!!!!


wizard-walkin', with our sticks...
fairy face-paint, too.
and glitter,
don't even think about not having glitter....
the 'works were pretty fresh.
'splosions, big bangs, and a ton of people congesting our little village.
popped collars, boston sports team pride, and tribal tats were in abundance...
the homefront pre-fireworks crucial bbq was also pretty sumptuous.
corn, eggplant, zukes, squash, onions, peppers, portabellas, pineapple, & tofu pups,
blazed on the open coals to fill our belly-holes.
takin' care of my people.
you know this.

i'm lettin' my good intentions help me make my moves...
direct action derived from  diligent deference to the secret universal plan.
all you can do is the right thing, right?
and then, the rest should unfold the way it's supposed to.
.....eventually.
i gotta tell you,
berserker battle-beastliness is alot like hard work.
choosing the wrench, every time, weighs in heavy on your endurance.
it is a contest of consequences.
let me explain:
the right thing is never easier. (i've said it before)
and nobody ever gets their due and just props for doin' right.
after all, it's expected, but rarely appreciated.
so it's a lot of work, trying to remain dope, 
just for the warm and fuzzies when you're all alone.
but,
what's the alternative?
weak-sauce whining and self-serving b!tch-sap-baggery?
acting like less than a epic warrior poet?
i trust that doing the right thing, the hard thing, the excruciatingly energy-ebbing deflection of unnumbered attempts to de-dope my being is what keeps a battle bard
worthy of their own hot fire heartbeats......
bring the thunder and accept being beseiged by grim gravy-babies basting b!tchsap sauce
to extinguish your light-bringin' battle-beast boilermaker,
OR,
ooze your flavorless funk for fleeting fortune as a fake-faced fancypants fool.
...and like Mr. T says,
'i pity the fool'
word.


woodsly goodness.
 john ronald reuel, (mr. tolkien if you nasty)
would be proud.....
sometimes silent, occassionally tender,
but,
never quiet, never soft....