froth, a moth, & sloth.

i figure these battle-bards all have animal totems who hang out with 'em,
this guy also has a stormin' acorn of electric magic,
and a fire-spittin' wrench amongst his adornments.
it took a looong time,
and it's the smallest one, too.
looks like my day-off destination is the man-room command center in the basement,
for the forseeable future.
you ninjas are likin' that high-five handprint, aren'tcha? 

i woke up to the darkness,
i'm sayin';
and a frozen, free-fallin' barometer,
as in- snowiness,
and in general,
a shadowy, wintry, blustery doo-doo butteriness.
does that sound like the time to hang out at about a 45 degree angle, two stories up?
i mean, anybody else ever been lucky enough to have a lone laborer,
working in the snow,
on a flippin' ROOF?
if he fell, (which he didn't)
he kinda would've deserved it, right?

after a while,
when you always do the same things,
on the same days,
week in and out again,
in the methodical move-makin' manner of a get-busy-berserker,
there develops within the way things go,
a harmonic rythym,
a chain-gangin' worksong,
a barbarian backbeat,
that helps the flow to get goin'.....
it must be tuesday,
according to the dropkick drumbeats of my inner soudtrack album,
because i barely left the house,
ate leftovers,
and made some art.
which turned out to be a waste of time,
about half of the time.

i started a new banner/masthead jammie for the ol' blog,
but i think i might hate it,
what do all ya'll think?
let your man know, kids,
get at me, an' that;
y'know you CAN email a ninja...

shhh.
d'ya'll hear that?
i'm positive i just heard another 'nother D&D novel whispering my name.
natural 20s ya'll,
unmodified critical hits,
never quiet, never soft...