downright downsizing my downtime

i think i'd like to grow a set of aquatic neck-gills,
or at least webbed hands and feet.
maybe even one of those finback mohawks,
like you see on 1950's lagoon, swamp, and bog monsters.
i think it'd go great with the scrunchie/bun combo i rock in my hair.
i mean, something has to happen when it's this wet for this many days.
it's been raining so long, again,
that i'm pretty sure that scales and swim bladders 
are the logical re-evolutionary step.
amphibious ambitions, my ninjas.
i gots they!!
this whole magic mountain vale is fast filling up with fluid.
washing away the doo-doo butter perhaps?
maybe i should be looking at house boats...
hell,
if i had built an ark, i'd be home right now. 
with plenty enough room for two of everything, as well!

everything up here is in full-blown super green hottness.
time is ticking away,
and the world is still growing.
so hard.
in direct defiance of the rain,
the woodlands and the grasslands are downright sunshiny.
true light comes from within type sh!t, y'heard?
i've got days off coming up,
but only so i can take the big action rollaround romp
into movemaking and moneymaker shakin'.
uhauling and putting my units in storage.
that's no kind of day off at all.
at least the damp, dark, dreary, and dismal days
don't make me feel like i'm missing out on much,
except maybe a kickass um-br-ella-ella-ella (hey).
i'm so damn drippin' wet all the time these days!
(that's what she said?)

seriously,
i need a towel or even a dishcloth, or something.
i'm soaked and sopping,
never quiet, never soft.....