the temperature caught a cold.

oh man.
i've got dungeons & dragons on the brain. 
and yes,
that IS a lobster claw with a tongue and a bone stickin' out on the right.
and that wrench also has some incisors and bicuspids as well...
it'll maybe make more sense when i'm finished?
i was even dreaming of sharpie markers and exacto knives all night.
cardboard cutouts and crackle-magic collage!
too much, ya'll;
that's the amount of complicated crap i'm trying to fill up the space with.
let's see...
my hands have teeth,
i choose the wrench,
i spit hot fire,
and i most definitely go to eleven.
don't forget the berserkers and battle-beasts.
this one picture should pretty much cover all the bases.

making moves and/or making art,
i'm half-hallucinating with fever and flavor.
trippin' balls from a devastating double dose of dehydration and 'forgotten realms' novels....
no matter how many level 0 armor class a-holes try and bring me down today,
i'm rollin' natural 20's, my ninjas,
critical hits, yo.
like i'm gettin' busy with a mutha-flippin' +5 firebrand monkeywrench...
(that's d&d talk, son)
warrior poetry with a side order of hot fire and head cold;
never quiet, never soft.....