Wednesday, October 29

popularity contests.


i'm busy working on my costume.
i f*d up the mask once or maybe twice, already,
and it became a mr. punch face instead of a venetian masquerade one.
it's bigger than regular head size,
and will likely get a fresh lid for it's open dome..
i may even end up stealing a friend's flavor and make it into a puppet.
of course,
i will need some awesome light-up eyes an' that.
projects are happening.
paper bags and duct tape, glue and paper towels, and a hat.
pumpkin flavored food, ya'll.
battle-beast assemblages,
and a heap of decoratin' and dazzlin' around the homestead.
all is made difficult by the complete absence of daylight during the last few days.
deep, dank, dark dungeony type weather is happening so hard.
snow, rain, wind, wet leaves, clouds, and blustery doo-doo butter in general.
it's impossible to tell what time it is,
and as such,
time is runnin' away from me,
and i have only little bits of it left before our hallowe'en funsplosion.
i'll be ready.


jess did this on some girl.
saturday, and then more on monday.
that's a hard style to rock, for sure,
but my sweet sweetness pretty much dominated it.
she has become exponentially more popular than me at work.
i am in no way surprised,
as i am a complete and total a-hole,
all day, every day, without exception.
i just don't feel obligated to have to make the best of any situation.
c'mon, ya'll.
i choose the wrench, remember?
jess however, is always super nice, and friendly,
somehow, even when she's not.
and clients really respond to her exterior of goodheartedness.
i mean, they don't know her like i do, of course.
i just can't get into being nice all the time.
they gotta really show me some sauce that isn't weak first, y'know?
waterbaby until proven worthy, an' that.
all my energy is focused on berserker battle-beasting,
and hot fire spit,
and documenting real life.
real life gets rough, though, when you're a grumpy jerk all the time.
nice.
snakes, snails, puppy dog's tails, yo.
that's only the half of what this warrior poet is made of,
but i'm livin' and lovin' off of a healthy helpin' of sugar, spice, and everything nice.
balanced diet type relationship business.
i'm spannin' time.
with a much better, way better lookin' other half.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given,
even though i demand a popularity contest recount;
never quiet, never soft...

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