lugubrious.

i found this.
and let me tell ya'll;
if your life requires awesomeness to a degree not encompassed within this image,
you're being waaaay too hard to please,
and you therefore can, as such, go right ahead and f* right off.
seriously.
just how hot, exactly, is the hot fire of this little illustration?
welllll, to recap:
a giant lobster.
a top hat.
a moon/halo/hulahoop?/circle.
a glass of hooch/leche?/liquid.
a naked lady.
a bottle ostensibly being filled up with boob milk.
yep.
just about covers every conceivable nook and cranny of epic hottness.
if that doesn't bring the noise,
what does?

wakin' up to what still looks like night;
i have to say, hibernation doesn't seem so bad...
lugubrious.
as in: Mournful, dismal, or gloomy, especially to an exaggerated or ludicrous degree.
that's today for ya.
the sun may come out tomorrow,
still, i'd hold off on any bottom dollar gamblin',
as it hasn't made a cameo yet today...

masquerade maskmaking is on the docket for today's to-do's.
we are having an all hallow's eve shindig...
fancypants food and lowbrow humor.
you already know how we get it goin' on:
full pillowcase (a.k.a. rich kid's neighborhood, a.k.a. big candybar style) flavor.
truculent & tricky treats,
but never truce-time treaty tricks.
no retreat, no surrender,
quarter neither asked nor given,
i've got october rust in my brain,
and no form of type-o negative cure to speak of.
(anybody get it?)
a long, grey november this way comes;
never quiet, never soft...