some kind of weather.

short leg syndrome.
nothing ruins a perfectly attractive young lady (or ladyboy, even)
than a set of too-short stems poppin' out of a normal-sized torso area....
long legs,
or at least proportionately un-short ones,
are what's up.....
that being noted,
here's some skeleton warrior bobotic ghost breathin'
tooth-handed fire-spittin' poetics....
of course,
without the background,
this guy is mostly a lonesome battle-beastly blowhard.
still,
i'm getting excited about all this new arthur i've been making up in here.
i'm concerned, however,
that the refining process is getting out of hand....
so i'll be using even worse brushes for whatever comes next.
coarse art kicks fine art's butthole right off.

rain. sleet. snow. wind. ice.
and that was before 7 a.m.
it's been in the 40s farenheit all day since...
come the f* ON, for goodness sake!
i'm just not in the mood for ma nature's mood swings.
anyway,
i got some new shirts,
and an epic early-spring hansdomely manicured beard trim explosion, too.
you know i gotta look good for the identity tattoo festival extravaganza.
the due date for delivery is gettin' closer,
and the pick-up and drop-off situations are already arranged.
all ya'll norwegian batchelor farmers had better be battenin' down the hatches,
because the winds of march and marchin' on,
and bringin' 'the albie rock show' with 'em to the prairie....

until then,
i've got three days of incredible un-'tasticness to slog through....
i feel so bad for the sap-suckers who don't come correct
for a sucka-free saturday and sunday...
hot fire is on tap,
and there's a keg-stand of crucial carnage in my future.
(it's a root-beer keg-stand kind of weekend)
never quiet, never soft...