pro-active participation.

it shows through, sometimes.
my being born someplace other than the woodsly goodness, i mean.
for example,
when i think of a 4x4.
i think of a comfy little circle,
perfect for putting some of my favorite little fellas inside....
and then this happens.

it's never easy
somehow i've got the doldrum drums in the deep bumping out a lethargic lullaby.
i don't feel like doin' sh!t, mutha-uckas.
but,
i'm still gonna.
why?
because wallpapery wall-playin',
poop-boatswain barge charging,
weak-sauce waterbaby wallflowers are the flippin' worst.
in order to avoid that kind of b!tch-sap syrup distillation,
i'm makin' arthur with my lady,
i'm baking banana bread while i draw,
and i'm plotting and planning some new and improved hottness.
there's even a 50-50 shot that tomorrow will see a road trip to 'assachussets,
for a quick-stop, whole-shot, double barrelled, burly art explosion with 'mr. hebrank'.
i've got the sonic transduicer fueled up and standing by,
just itching to get down on some frank n. furter-y next level action,
i'm sayin';
don't dream it, BE it,
berserker barbarian battle-beast big action business.
active participation.
i have NO interest in a passive-aggressive pity party pantywaists.
at all.
just be dope already,
or f* right off, yeah?

better days are definitely coming,
and until then,
it's only a matter of making all the minutes in between matter more.
in order to further those moments' momentum,
i got some new art supplies.
four new paints, and some markers.
$6.
total.
word.
a fantastic investment, if you ask me.
but then again,
most of my cardstock 'canvases' cost around a dollar,
and usually include about a pound of uncooked macaroni, too.
what that means, my ninjas,
is that i've got some prepaid plans,
for pasta salad and private showings of all that's good in the woods.
c'mon, strangers,
SOMEbody should make an effort to get up here for dinner,
and bullet-blasting,
and king arthur art making and flour-powered bread baking.
you're invited.
cordially.
for starring-rolemodel roleplaying.
kind of like l.a.r.p.'ing,
but with real guns, bigger fun, and the plausibility of actual bodily harm.
y'know, so when i werewolf you,
you'll probably be ready,
warrior-poet wizardly walking stick in hand,
to werewolf me right back.
active participation.
the main ingredient in just-be-dopeness.
never quiet, never soft....