my hands have teeth.

uh-huh.
that's in there from my ass-hip to my knee.
and i'm rockin' the dry heal....
forget about it.
that actually IS the dry heal technique...
you just let it go.
good advice, kids.
for tattoos and a lotta other other things.
i'm kinda on that ghredh.
the big walk.
makin' moves.
movin' on, even.
except not to anywhere in particular.
aggressive progressive graduation.
it's all the same.
even when it's different.
but it sure ain't easy.
"my life is spent in one long effort to escape form the commonplaces of existence."
that's comin' from the heart, and also from your man sherlock holmes.
the issue with being accepting of What Is,
is that sometimes what's all really happening
really knobs up the fattest hog in the whole wide world.

i'm about to pull a bob wiley,
and take a vacation...
...from my problems.
that's some positively new hampshire sh!t, after all, right?
jeez,
i'm reading 'a spot of bother',
by mark haddon,
the guy who also blew it wide open with
'the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime'.
he must either be mentally ill,
or live with some folks who are,
because i am rarely shook up by expert writing,
but this is a james bond beverage explosion....
not stirred, ya'll.
this dude brings the noise, my ninjas.
and is f*ing up everything in my head.
honestly,
i would steal so many epic lines from this book,
but i'm too busy turning to the next page to watch the ghredh get busy...
you need some of this.
you really do.
never quiet, never soft...