a little closer.

oh, um,
yeah.
those're knuckler zappin' runes on his righteous right hand.
i.s.h.f. (i spit hot fire). word.
the other other ones on his head belts spell out eleven,
with a XI underneath.
right after i got done telling my phone buddies about how i had
no extra arthur-making in me after a brutalizing weekend,
i sat down and did just a little bit more on my new ones.....
it was either that or packing up boxes and boxes and boxes of books,
and i mean,
after all, what am i?
some kind of an A-hole?

sparkle-wizardly djinn (that's nerd-talk for genie)
monster philosopher.
warrior poet.
berserker barbarian battle-beast.
you like the red robes, dont'cha?
me too.
y'know what i'm NOT sure of yet?
what that roundie in his mouth is!
anybody have any suggestions?
c'mon, i'm serious...

quasi-graffiti, shenandoah space fantasy
cardboard cutout recycled nature robobotron goodness.
especially executed in a half-urban, half-folk flavor.
that's my tasty jam jamboree.
in this woodsly 'hood, my ninjas,
we rep on harmonicas and ak-47s,
organic vegan dinner and bulletproof vests,
gene kelly, jill kelly, and r. kelly,
black star, black sabbath and the black keys.
a perfectly spiced blend of voracious victorious variety,
measured up and meted out in devastating doses of just be dopeness.
it's not easy, mutha-lickas.
in fact,
anything that isn't the weak-sauce never is...
we keep it real, we keep it random,
and we make a lot of it.
speaking of lots of it;
we had fart sandwiches last night!
be easy,
the fart part actually comes after the sandwich,
but sandwich farts for dinner sounds pretty horrible,
i like more sandwich than gas,
i'm sayin'.....
anyway,
what we actually ate were honkin' hoagies of vegan sausage
(that's what SHE said!!)
with sauteed peppers, onions, spinach, garlic, broccolini, and basil marinara...
slow simmered and saturated with some greasy gargantuan goodness.
then the other portion of the meal kicked in....
and believe me,
as almost every good vegan can attest,
garlic, soy, broccoli and dark leafy greens
usually result in an assblastin', filthy, flatulent frenzy.
word.
and after a second helping of heroic proportions,
you'll leave the entire environment for acres around you
never quiet, never soft....