stormshowers.

slap-happy sigils of a savage gypsy summoner.
a stormswept shimmering cloud,
sprouting an incantation-inscribed high fiver,
with a side order of wheat,
olive branches,
battle-bones,
and lightning.
oh,
and some anthropomorphic moth monsters, too.
page eleven of the dictionary, by the way,
but you probably already knew that......

did we find a new place to live today?
nope.
did we eat some kickass lunch instead?
heck yes we did.
avocado focaccia sandwich in my bellyhole makes for better arthur creation.
i even had some 'tato wedgies,
and sesame oil snap pea salad.
throw in a few mouthfuls of barbecue soy crispy things,
and captain eli's strawberry pop.
they use the word pop, so don't look at me like that;
i'm talkin' to you, new england, 
believe me, i already know:
soda is the term for delicious carbonated sugar juice.
word.
oh man,
immediately after that sumptuous and scumptious smorgasbord,
we even hit up the cider donut spot for lunchtime dessert.
if we can't fill the day with productive procedures,
we'll stuff our faces instead.
fat bellies,
empty hearts.
awwwwwww.

i tattooed our friend amanda yesterday.
she was formerly one of the weirdies.
up until that trio of kooks broke up,
disbanded, began seeing other 'nother other weirdies,
from other 'nother other places,
and sorta started solo careers.
they're still kinda weird,
but singularly, 
so much much less so.
she got a stomach-rocker of autumny swirls and belly-blowin' leaves....

seasonably inappropriate,
and probably pretty painful....
but she took it like a champ, anyway.
it's kinda nice.
not the tattoo.
(well at any rate, besides the tattoo)
it's kinda nice when you see people you know and like.
it's especially nice to see 'em
after a brief absence that has changed them up a bit.
preferably for the better.
y'know,
so when you smalltalk 'em with a curious querious "so what's new?",
they hit you back with the howitzer of hot hard happenings.
it makes me psyched, my ninjas,
seeing folks i've watched grow up for years,
(or at least get older for years,)
reappear with a new sparkle,
a tiny twinkle,
and a post-march windblown change all up on 'em....
that's the nicest part, mutha-uckas;
getting the sense that there's a barbarian blueprint
bigger and better than originally imagined,
plotting out simultaneous courses for all ya'll.
correction: all of us. 
it's good to know that outside of the studio,
outside of the small town,
hell,
outside of the woodsly goodness, even
there's a secret universal plan at work,
makin' moves and makin' the magic for everybody.
provided they've got the worthiness and the wisdom,
the flavor, the fury, and the berserker boldness to make it work....
when did i turn sparkle-magical and feel-good?
today.
today is the day, b!tches,
so is everyday.
word up;
never quiet, never soft.....