i like shawn hebrank.

it is time to gather up some beautiful bountiful booty.
what's more delicious than backyard delights?
not a whole holy helluva lot.

the good thing about the opposite side of the moon?
it's pretty much the same as the other side, only darker. 

and NOT in a pink floyd way at all, either.
it's the same stuff, right?
but on the opposite part.
lightsaber type stuff.
red or blue/green.
jedi or sith.
that's a long walk around what i'm saying;
what i mean is:
mr. shawn hebrank gets it.
he gets it in, too, which is to say he's got it going on.
but,
he's one of the few people i listen to.
because he is paying attention,
and he doesn't just volunteer information to hear his own voice.
it's also pretty great that he is usually right, too.
a smart man talks,
a wise man listens,
that type of guru haiku sh!t.
so,
my ear holes are open to helpful suggestions,
because i'm tryin' to bring balance to the force
withOUT havin' my arms and legs chopped off and made all bobotronic, y'heard?
so even though i am very clearly a darth albie muthaflippin' force chokin' battle-beast,
i'm not opposed to listening to my own personal princess leia.
whom, of course, is shawn.
as a result,
despite being previously regarded as 'fully operational'
the karaoke congratulations are deactivated...
big thanks to all 5 people who've commented consistently on this record of real-life livin',
but,
i'm turnin' those jammies off.
regrettably, active participation isn't as appreciated as it could be.....
don't fret, my pets;
i still care about what you have to say.
email me: battlebeasteleven@gmail.com
word.

crap weather brings out the edgy hair-trigger temper tantrum type flavor.
the woods is pimpin' some mack-handed snapjaw sabertooth vocab.
no sun.
no fun.
no joke.
never quiet, never soft...