heyyyy-OOOOO!!!!

word up!

hard styles and shortcomings.
over and over and over.
that's the big, bad, omnipresent challenge.
the determining factor for becoming a fresh and flavorful barbarian,
or a little quitter-pants diaperbaby...
it's all about whether you can maintain courage.
being encouraged in the face of certain, imminent defeat.
that's the watermark of the bold and worthy.
otherwise,
losing heart, being discouraged, is the waterbabymark......
times can be tough.
styles can be hard.
but it all ends up the way it's supposed to,
provided you put in the necessary time and effort,
even when it sucks he hardest and the fullest set of hairy huevos.

certain, imminent defeat, my ninjas.
i'm sayin';
we visited the sh!t-salad sandwich shop,
the one that we'll be stay-cationing in for all of the next two months.
man,
it's a hard transition,
from supreme woodsliness to lame cake cubbyhole.
it's dark and dismal.
lugubrious, even.
it's like some 60 days of night vampire suckfest sh!t, or thereabouts.
it's aways darkest before dawn, or so the saying goes;
the bright light had better be about a billion blinding lumens,
and hopefully the end of the tunnel isn't my mouth,
in a take-it-deep reverse-digestion butthole highway type of situation....
it does have a campfire circle of freshness, though.
so at least some of the hot fire will accompany us as we travel around the area.
we're open to the perfect solution.
y'hear that, universe?
we doo-doo that sh!t.
c'mon.

storage units and friends' houses,
crawlspaces and basements,
i'm spread thin, my ninjas,
i need that Folk Life goodness soon;
never quiet, never soft.....