thor's day thunder....

what?
did you think that because i don't go flashin' it
out from under my topcoat,
seeking perverse approval behind some bushes in the park,
that i'd forgotten how?
that's right, my ninjas.
tat-BLASTING is what's a-poppin' up in here.
kyle unobtrusively, quietly, and sort of stoically requested an infusion of hottness,
probably only because it is mutha-uckin' freezing over here.
that non-new england affect, or lack thereof,
is hard to get used to.
i guess it isn't lack of enthusiasm,
but some type of location specific aversion to high-volume
berserker barbarian battle-beastliness.
it's weird as sh!t, i can tell you that.
i wasn't sure i was going to be up to zappin' the fresh-to-death
flashdance destruction while i was stayin' in this area.
i mean, shamrocks, sports logos, and celtic cross memorials
have been the short-order cookout cookoff contest of the past few months,
but,
it turns out,
all it takes is a quick "tribal initials plus teardrops of blood" warm up session,
and i'm ready to rock.
that dancing elephant is doing the 'ed lover dance' for sure,
the booty-wop/stop/drop/roll.....

and without any really genuine surprised looks from anyone,
the cultivated coincidences are rolling in fast and deep.
that's just how the fertile fields get reaped.
shawn rocked his butthole off on a dope viking helmet, too.
and we ate at a different ethnic doo-doo dollop establishment last night.
brown blops of pureed power!!!
indian food, ya'll.
and it was f*n' good, too, my ninjas.
the eleventh went to eleven.
but, i mean,
c'mon,
was there ever really any doubt?

vegan scones.
root beers.
drawing sessions.
the smell of pancakes.
i am grateful for this opportunity.
i am grateful for the worthy warrior-poets i span time with.
thor's day thunder promises to be as entertaining as wotan's wednesday, too.
i predict horseplay, tomfoolery, and cantankerous cavorting
in copious quantities from minneapolis to maple grove and back again.
the winds are blowin'.
still.
but instead of the wind chill icing down everything,
that biting breeze is just fanning the flames of hot hot fire that are blazing
like false-light lighthouses,
luring in the unsuspecting lutherans to a trial by combat
with the battle-bards and art-destroyers assembled alongside me.
we're ready to rock out louder and harder than yesterday.
every day.
and the winds still blow.
i wonder if there's any answers wafting in on 'em.
we'll see, yo.
we'll see...

i'm just sayin',
i realize you had a choice today...
thank you for choosing the wrench;
never quiet, never soft....