overworked, over-the-top, overcoming....

smurfs and sh!t, ya'll.....
and check out that lil' stranger movin' in on my photo opportunity.
obviously, he's buggin'.
hilarious.

somebody is trying to put out the hot fire, ninjas.
that's the only conclusion that makes any sense.
why else would we be getting a world-record rainy season?
monsoon-type wetness-drenched business is being conducted in the woods.
like, a rain forest, instead of a mixed deciduous new growth forest, is where i am living.
what else is a battle-beast to do,
when the new wettness replaces the new hottness?......
work.
hard.
the wetness is harshing the woodsly wizard walking i normally enjoy,
so instead, i go to work.
i worked before the shop opened.
then,
i worked all day long,
and then,
i worked some more.
then we munched up indian food at shalimar.
the peoples who work there know how to represent, yo.
i love samosas. i'm just sayin'.
and vegetable pakoras?
you already know.
it's so wet, even the papadums were less crispy.
now that's wet, y'heard?
the destructive dampness has forced us to buy a new dehumidifier.
wetness and ammunition do NOT mix.
so, in the interest of keeping my powder dry, we need to dehumidify.
the firstish floor was getting a little clammy, so we had to make moves.
(we also keep our art near the bullets, c'mon, i'm not a TOTAL compound-dwelling survivalist)


lately, the way the woods looks,
i'm waiting for ewoks and stormtroopers to battle for the shield generator.
i mean,
a speederbike fight could probably happen here,
i'm just sayin'.....

nature is even starting to care about all this rain.
4 people have been eaten up by the river.
and the bodies haven't been found yet.
the current is too intense.
animals are out in the open,
because their dens are flooded.
and mushrooms are so abundant, you can smell 'em.
in fact,
the woods smells of urine soaked parking garage stairwell,
with all the super-soaked slug-smeared rot they bring.
'shrooms only last a few days before they turn into brown slime, y'know.
that's why they are so dope.
they show up,
they look cool,
and then they leave the place trashed.
rock stars, son.
wild mushrooms go to eleven.
 




look, i KNOW i take a lot of mushroom pictures,
but they're spore fruits, with gills, ya'll.
and these ones are purple.
c'mon.

i am performing a duet with the thunderstorm clouds overhead,
a lightning, thunder, and deluge drumbreak,
the battle-beat-box percussive heart rythym of the woods.
a rainy reign of righteous representing,
by a sopping soaking spark-spitting sovereign.
two-by-two, son,
animals are walking past the house to a big-ass boat....
never quiet, never soft.....