Monday, March 9

buzzer-beaters.


i may actually finish this stormtrooper of woodsliness after all.
an early evening of acrylic angst is on the schedule for a second consecutive day.
so far, so good.
prussian-style policeman of hot fire and lightningbolt natural law enforcement.
this guy is lookin' more and more like a villain out of indiana jones-
except maybe not an alien....
now,
observing that similarity in style,
i should state emphatically that
in no way do i endorse the belief system of any oppressive movement.
ever.
but let me tell ya,
i have to admit those naughty deutschlanders
had some pimp-ass uniforms.
easily the best-looking military in modern memory.
too bad their whole flavor was a sh!t-salad sandwich.
weak-sauce in fresh coats.
i'm sayin'.

anyway,
i've got a blistering case of the "gottas".
as in:
gotta go and tatzap today.
gotta pack.
gotta get a good night's sleep,
gotta wake up early,
gotta drive far as f* to the airport,
(the woodsly goodness is accessible only by mountain pass, after all)
and gotta mentally prepare
for the hottest fire ever spat out on the plains of minnesota.
oh, and of course,
it's flippin' snowing.
yep.
yesterday,
it was 'dude-guy wearin' shorts-type' weather,
and today,
we've got frosty the inappropriate snowman f*ing up my sh!t.
nice.

just one more day of doo-doo butter, kids,
and then it's goin' to be a whole week of hellfire and damnation!!
by tomorrow afternoon,
the travelin' albie rock one man show will be appearing live in maple grove.
if you aren't ready,
you better GET ready, ninja.
berserker barbarian battle-beasts,
warrior poets,
battle bards,
and lightning-striking vikings.
lock, stock, and barrel:
the wrench in the works is headed west;
never quiet, never soft...

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