i repeat myself when i'm hot and fiery.
the just-be-dope mantra is a long-standing stanza of warrior poetry.
since the waaaaay way backbeat of the concentric ghost-ringing past.
it may have been my sister's birthday,
but it was my mission to bring the candlepower to the table.
when was i ever NOT a berserker barbarian battle-beast?
never, apparently.
it's good to see i'm following a free-flowing fountain of barbarian bloodlineage.
and yes.
those are, in fact, matching leather vests.
my buddy shawn is right.
taking those family pictures,
the real-life documentarianism,
the really-realism and the keeping of it,
and ultimately reminiscing 24 years later?
still dope.
the more things change,
the more they remain
never quiet, never soft...
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