Sunday, September 7

sunny sunshine sunday

downpours last night,
leaky ceiling inducing super wet weather.
bonfire foiling liquid awfulness,
it's like mosquito seeds, really.
standing water, flooded puddles, muddy tracks and toad soul food snacks,
as in, so many toads that a vehicular slaughter occured en masse on the way home.
now it's cool and windy which will hopefully incite a raging ragnarok of woody gills and stalks.
mushrooms, fool!

tonight may include a screening of 'death race.'*
jason statham as an innocent lifer in prison driving a spy-hunter meets twisted metal mustang.
there are guaranteed to be 'splosions, and gun-tardedness.
and cars are gettin' road warriored,
 and there's jailhouse ladies, too.
not to mention ian mcshane, a.k.a. al swearengen from deadwood...
that's all i need to be a little bit happier tonight.
one large order of mindless idiocy,
hold the plotline, please.
*amended to add:
just saw it.
loved it hard.
go see it.
it goes to eleven.
for serious.

stilts may also be put into practice tonight.
i am either breakin' some limbs, OR bringing some tall paul bunyan hottness.
only one or the other is acceptable.
all other results will be discredited until an approved outcome is acheived.
(i'm hopin' for more of the babe the blue ox end of the spectrum, y'heard?)

one of these days, there will be 36 hours instead of 24,
and maybe then i'll get somethin' accomplished.
i'm spittin' it hot, and keepin' it really real,
never quiet, never soft....

2 comments:

jimmieknuckles said...

80 percent of people say stilts make them taller, almost half the time.

i am indeed green my duder. i have no stilty hotness on which to damage myself

this means a trip is in order

jenny bang bang undone said...

do you and Jess share that p.o. box?

also, with any luck, we'll make it up to the convention on sunday and then maybe with even more luck, i can make jess tattoo that bee on me. Cause now I'm all balls on to get that.