Tuesday, May 19

be like mike...


saint michael.
bearded, burly, crusader-style.
sorry morningstar,
but your bat-winged and goat-horned business,
is gettin' cast the F* out,
with a complimentary face stomp,
by a foot in greeves, at that.
toeless sandal boots?
insult to injury is what that is.
my new friend paris,
not to be confused with my old friend paris,
better known to the masses as mitch-slap gibbs,
came in for a square foot of first tattoo.
and he took it like a trooper.
word up.

we saw a whole mess of romulans and vulcans get into some stuff.
STAR TREK was dope.
no joke.
despite not being star wars,
or perhaps in relativity to the fact,
this particular pre-imagining was not lame cake at all.....
just the opposite, actually.
it even had a little tiny bit of plot and character development,
but mostly,
there were two hours of 'splosions.
and that is so good.

otherwise,
it's a day for moving stuff to other places,
doing other things,
coughing a whole lot,
and probably eating pizza.
i wish every day could be so easy.
never quiet, never soft....

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