it really is in the air.

nate waited a whole year to get tattooed during my visit

and when the time finally came 'round,

he opted for a little good touch/ bad touch big action.

a real 'diamond in the rough', as he put it.

that's some poetry, ya'll.

especially since he was all buffed up baby smooth and shiny.

kewpie dolls and vanilla skies occupied the remainder of the day,

as did some ghostbustin' supermoms.

word...

spring must be en route,

special delivery an' that, too, my ninjas.

because i am tellin' all ya'll;

three days ago it was negative degrees outside.

and today,

it's pretty mutha-uckin' positive, and that's no joke.

so warm and sunny, son,

that i'm not even rockin' my super-sexy topcoat.

at all.

shawn, meryl, and my new in-person friend, camden 

all got up early-shirley this morning,

and headed to the crusty punk-rock hippie co-op breakfast joint.

we all ate a big fat heaping helping of morning glory.

then,

after camden went to work,

the rest of us all went to the walker,

for some art-attack action,

involving books,

some interesting floorplans,

false elevators,

a beat-up buick,

and a truly filthy day-glo AND blacklight post-hiroshima

french avant-garde bestiary of boners.

i'm sayin',

there were so many thick and tumescent yarn and wax weiners on display 

i felt like i was back at home!!!!

c'mon.

that's not exactly accurate,

but those weiners were in full effect. 

when it comes to moths and snails made out of slithery ghost sausages,

today definitely goes to eleven.

recognize.

now it's a brief sunday afternoon work attack,

making never quiet, never soft apparel for your style-point scorecard.

once they're done,

as in:

this afternoon,

you'd better contact me or shawn,

and get your minky little mince-chops on a fresh-to-death piece of the action.

we're here.

it's happening.

it's so good.

never quiet, never soft....