subzero hypothermic frostbiters.

minus mutha-f*'n' 30????
that's before the wind chill.
c'mon.
i know it's winter.
i know it's the great northern woodsly goodness.
i know.
but when did the icetarded sucktacular midwestern plains decide to come and pop over to new hampshire for a nose-nippin' jak frosty slumber party??
chilltardedly ferocious.
it's like the secret universal plan is tryin' to slow everything down....
honestly,
i remember being a kid,
and thinkin' about some of the lamest stuff,
and how it was such a BIG deal at the time....
small people with small lives make small problems seem huge.
which totally doesn't prepare you for grown man business, at all.
for serious.
grown-up time. so much worse.
the sheer volume of dramatic human suffering that seems to be perpetually inflicted,
on all my most valued peoples ately, as in, since the end of summer, is staggering.
as in: 'make me dizzy',
can't exactly wrap my whole headpiece around it, type of sh!t.
i keep looking for the french subtitles.
on the ones, ya'll.
that's how depressing what i'm talking about is.
it's like i'm watching plays based on the original versions of fairy tales.
the ones with heaps of hard-pounding on unwilling buttholes,
perpetual character-building misfortune and hardship,
and axe-chopping germanic woodsmen,
where the only happy ending is delivered in the back of a manicure salon...
and not just metaphorically speaking, either....
i always wish i had the kind of interactions where i say some yoda type words,
and they make my ninjas' burdens lighter to bear, an' that.
not flippin' likely, is that....
i'm still available, though;
here to help and all that stuff;
for what it's worth,
i've always got time for my fellow time-spanners.

i've said it before:
life is trying to kill you.
authentic battle-damage, yo.
i'm talkin' about the aches, breaks, rips, tears, tears, (think about it),
that come from real life.
it's all real. it's all true.
the ugly truths hurt the most, an' what-all....
the bright spot?
every hard-style hard knock leads to wisdom.
at least, if you're paying attention.
experience and information.
that's word....
and wisdom is the big action.
these days, it seems like tragedy and history, without the comedy, i guess.
lightning striking vikings,
even when it's incredibly cold,
make sure the furious furnace stays lit.
hard times.
long nights.
underneath all that snow,
underneath the permafrost tundra,
seeds have been planted, ya'll.
waiting.
dormant. hibernating. sleeping soundly.
after every winter there's a spring.
i'm just sayin'.

nobody wants sh!ttiness.
but if there wasn't a bigger purpose to it,
it wouldn't be happening.
and it's all really happening.
like it or not, my ninjas,
sometimes,
the wrench chooses you.
never quiet, never soft.....