down to the wire.....

Valhalla, mutha-flipperrrrs!!
that's the place where the valiant, stalwart, and steadfast all get to go,
when they finally bite the ol' axehead.
then they hang out, head-chopping and swordfighting,
getting killed up (again),
and getting reborn (again, again),
every day,
in and out,
until the big action end-of-all-times shows up....
practicing to make perfect, so when they're needed,
they're all already all ready already;
y'heard?
i've got a little valhalla in my headpiece these days;
a repository for the most effective intellectual attributes
of berserker barbarian neccessity.
that's the name of the game.
i'm doo-dooin' some freaky-diki
wicky-wacky mind-powered acrobatics, ya'll.
proactive participatory worthy warrior thought patterns, an' that.
keepin' the mental attitude positive,
well-honed and razor-sharp.
just so as to get busy, be ready, bring the thunder,
and take no mutha-uckin' prisoners...
when moves gotta get made;
and believe me,
with impending, unending, upending,
unfriending weak-sauce lurking and looming
at the edges of the woodsly goodness,
in the guise of homeless, jobless, times-is-hard doo-doo-butteriness,
then,
whenever,
wherever,
what the F* ever,
i'd like my brains to be prepared to ragnarok it right off.
that's word.
i'm maintaining a vigilant guard on my active participation.
i mean,
i'm a part of it,
all of it,
like it or not...
as such,
i'm espousing the super hottness of viking virtues:
the attitude of gratitude,
the spirit of generosity,
the eleventh level volume (in sound and mass)
of woodsliness and goodness,
and all the other 'nother barbarian battle-beastlinesses.
i'm all set with my mindset,
now all i need is the rest of the pieces to fall into place....
in the meantime,
my thoughts are in mortal combat,
an eternal dress-rehearsal,
and pre-game preparation,
all day,
every day,
right now, even.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft....