flyin' time...

what?
my midweek-end no-work holiday has gone by?
it's over already?
where do the days go, ya'll?
check out these uck berries.
so named because jess says they are so ucky.
i really like how the leaves are f*-d,
but the essential legacy,
the berries, remains undisturbed.
how fresh is that, yo?
the periphery gets tuned the heck up,
but the spearhead of the plant's purpose keeps it poppin'.
bugs weren't feelin' the fruity balls of goo, i guess....
the darker the berry ya'll...
do any of you know what kind of ucky berries these actually are?
i want to know,
but my berry book(s) aren't comin' in all that helpful right now.

times is hard, ninjas.
and time is flyin' by.
in a week i'll be in boston.
not workin'.
i'm thinkin' about a rainbow fabric banner,
one that just says:
'YOU'RE SO GAY'.
because conventions really are.
i hope the hotel has a pool.
berserker barbarians need those cool-down chlorinated cauldrons.
i'm unprepared, off-the-cuff, free-flowin' freestyle, keepin' it molto like mario,
and reppin' the really realness......
word up.

seriously,
i'm just letting the plan unfold.
what is.
that's what's up.
also,
i'm listenin' to some old-ass pharoahe monch.
simon says....
remember?
yeah.

my kid sister, anna, is 28 today.
holy sh!t.
this foo lion parade float in miniature came by to celebrate.
who know,
maybe stilts will get assembled today...
i can't predict the direction this day will flow down,
but i do know that it remains,
never quiet, never soft...