busy busy busy

without any preamble to prepare me,
yesterday was apparently "get two tattoos day",
or at least it sure seemed like it.
everybody got two small tattoos.
one very nice lady even came back later on,
after her first tatblastin' session,
for another 'nother one to cover-up a hard-style howlin' doo-doo butter ankle wolf.
glamorous, ya'll.
i know.
now,
if you're guessing that what i'm insinuating
is that i spent all day zapulating lots of hand-crampin',
little bitty, diaperbaby tatty-o'blasters,
for not many dollars,
then you hit the nail right on the *ucking head,
good guess, ninja.

i've got to make like a moth tonight,
and rock out some nocturnal arthur-making.
sometimes,
long nights and hard times are the only way to go.
what am i gonna DO with all this stuff?
hell if i know, mutha-uckas.
the journey is the destination.
never quiet, never soft....