thunderous.

if things don't get worse,
how can they get better?
i'm just sayin'.
i had day so dope it didn't even show up until the next one!

all the arthur-making stuff is packed,
and so is the rest of the place.
i'm living out of boxes these days,
as a practice run for living out of boxes in future days,
a brewster's millions moment,
in reverse.
look for the bearded weirdie spitting hot fire,
under a newspaper blanket, even,
on the roadside,
or down an alleyway behind a dumpster.
it's pretty much the only big action being documented over here.
and a lot of other 'nother action needs documenting, too,
it just isn't happening yet.
adult decisions come with a lot of paperwork.
and waiting. 
and waiting.
and waiting.

it isn't ever easy,
and even when it isn't just a test,
you still get tested,
or kicked in the testes.
or all of the above.
if anyone is keeping score,
it's got to be a shut-out by now, right?
11-0.
don't the referees call it after a certain point?
ahh well,
endurance is just another ingredient of being dope.
stayin' fresh, well after the expiration date, an' all that,
by sheer ability to take it deeper and harder than ever before.
i guess you should just endure what you can't yet overcome,
until you figure out the path to whatever victory suits you.....
i'm aiming for a pyrrhic variety, it would seem.
nice.
chalk one up to the secret universal plan,
forcing my hands to interact with the rest of reality.
i'm ready to get let in on the hush-hush lullaby of the
quiet information that's eluding us these days.
my earholes are open, ya'll.
cupped, q-tipped, and twitching;
eager like little beavers to dam up the damned flow of information...
(yeah, i know)
i have no idea which area of nowhere i'll be moving to...
and geography is usually one of my better subjects.

sleepytime tea and vitamin B6,
a crucial one-two combo for
nightie-night-time dreamland journeys;
i'm sippin' on sh!t-tasting valerian root sauce.
it is definitely NOT weak, yo;
never quiet, never soft....