poopoo platter

how much sleep is too much?
depends on how much awake is the right amount, prob'ly.
i'm guessin' that all the sleep i've been gettin' is what's makin' my days so much easier.
seriously, though.
i fall asleep readin' every night,
and wake up super early every morning.
the in-the-middle part seems to just be blazin' by in a blur of busy business.
except for the crossword puzzle time of day.
that's my favorite part.
twentysomething minutes of thesaurical, historical, past-participle producing pleasantness.
across and down, mutha-uckas.
i'm sayin'.
we have a pretty easy puzzle set up here in the woodsliness.
it may be extra-awesome in the mountains,
but it sure ain't extra literate.....


that's right, my ninjas,
it's a plate full of sh!t.
dedicated to all the poop-boat sailin' craptalkin' pretendians out there,
makin' excuses about what isn't,
instead of embracin' the hellfiery hottness of what IS.
and in the interest of 'fessing up on what is, or isn't,
it's faux poop, yo.
y'ever wonder why the truth is such a hard style?
because that sh!t hurts, usually.
which is why so many folks try to tell little white lies,
to spare your feelings, and still hurt them a little tiny bit;
simultaneously,
by assuming you're stupid enough to fully felch their filthy falsehoods.
y'know, to be nice.
not too many folks want to smash and bash the goodwill,
and ruin those warm fuzzies,
the ones that constitute close knit bonds of friendship and family.
so instead, they make up lame excuses and weak-sauce avoidances,
in the interest of being kind.
does that mean it's cruel to be kind?
only when tellin' the fake-faced flavorless fury to a berserker barbarian battle-beast, ya'll.
therefore,
i reserve the right to blow up,
to explode with berserker blackpowder,
ninja nitroglyricine,
raging rager roadside explosivity,
and every other kind of epic-scale all-in dyn-o-mite dopeness and destruction,
when i think the sauce is weak.
you know how we get busy, right?
real-life documentarianism.
from polished perfection to skid-stained undies,
as long as it is all really real.
the truth hurts sometimes,
but it's the make-pretend doo-doo butter that doesn't heal....
keep it real, ya'll.
that's what it is.....
never quiet, never soft......