infamy

barbarians 2, my ninjas,
is twice as dope as barbarians 1.
bearded weirdies had some hot, hard hate in their hearts for the roman empires.
fortune favored the boldest of the bold,
and bitch-sap-slapped all the waterbabies of history...
concentric circles follow the same paths, ya'll.
history repeats itself,
i'm sayin'.
i'm also sayin' i flippin' love barbarian badassery!!!
i'm SO psyched, i want to axe-warrior chop sh!t into bits and pieces.

'today is a date that will live in infamy',
partly because kamikaze dive bombers blew up a sh!t-ton of boats,
starting another 'nother chunk of the wordly warring,
inspiring a steaming turd of a ben affleck movie,
and later on,
the droppin' of bombs that ultimately resulted in a pair of vaporized cities;
and also partly because 59 years ago,
my ol' man was born,
inspiring a modern age barbarian swath of destruction...
the second incarnation of a berserker 'little boy'
who grew up to become an equally explosive 'fat man'.
coincidence?
no joke,
today is the big berfday 'splosion for the original "violent hippie";
if i'm albie rock,
then he's albie boulder.
but if he's bold,
then i'm bolder.
y'know how the story goes-
parents always hope their kids have it better than them,
building, evolving, improving, an' that.
older and wiser and what-all.
we'll see if i can match pace with age.
speaking of pacing ourselves,
december 7th  also marks the one-month countdown to a slightly more awesome birthday;
...mine.
mark it on your calendars:
january 7.
33 years. (in a row)
that's 3 elevens, mutha-uckas.
triple dope.

it's a sink or swim,
cake and candles,
surprise attack,
divine winds of change, war, and infamy kind of day,
a berserker barbarian battle-beast,
warrior poet,
bold, fortunate, worthy kind of day,
it's a woodsly good day like every other.
today is the day,
just like every day,
i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....