pros and cons

it's rainin' so hard.
jeez,
this has been the wettest year of my life;
(that's what SHE said)
we had an after dark tattoo explosion at work today.
of course,
it was pitch black at 3p.m.,
so mid-afternoon saw the influx of awesome ideas....
fortunately i only had to deal with my regulars,
which saved me from a smear of incredibly 'buttery belligerence.
but not for long, my ninjas:
tomorrow, i tattoo the weirdies.
they're called the weirdies because they SO are, ya'll.
nevertheless,
no matter how flippin' weird they are,
they show up ready to rock out.
hard.
that's the caveat of tattooing;
you are only as dope as your clients are.
that's the truth.
that means i'm only 14% dope,
but also 60% incredibly redneck and trailery,
18% uninformed and uninspired,
6% epic-scale turbo gaytarded,
and just 2% doo-doo buttery.

my buddy vido sanchez is comin' up from texas tonight,
for a few days of tatblastin' good times.
if the weather doesn't clear up,
he is gonna have the weakest sauce of all time up here in the woodsly goodness.

i have been completely consumed with that mosaic cardboard art assemblage.
between that action,
and this assblastin' bad weather,
i haven't taken pictures of sh!t.
use your imaginations:
picture a foggy grey blob,
soakin' wet and loose leaf slippery,
gettin' only marginally lighter than nighttime for about an hour before it gets dark again.
add in a splash of veggie burgers,
some toasty warm slippers,
a d&d novel,
and you have the exact image of folk life rural reality as it exists right now....

i can't stand the rain,
at my window,
bringin' back sweet memories,
of the way things used to be.
that's ann peebles for ya, yo.
go get some.

even this rain can't put a lid on the hot fire;
never quiet, never soft....