thunder!
actually,
as much as we try and bring the thunder up here,
all metaphoric raging stormswept savage fresh ferocity an' that;
good ol' ma nature mostly just brings the drizzle.
are we well above the average rainfall for the year so far?
uh-huh.
damp like a champ, mutha-funkers.
and seriously,
even when it isn't raining,
it's so incredibly moist in the joists, y'heard?
humid and grody.
or wet and sh!tty.
that's the weather report for the woodsly goodness.
now,
i'm not normally one to mourn royalty,
but the king of pop is dead,
long live the king.
except there is no replacement readily available,
or is there?
i'll tell ya'll a little sumthin' sumthin';
i'm ready to assume the mantle, and usurp that throne.
hand me my germaphobic surgical mask,
and find me a light-up sidewalk.
from here on out i'll be handing out high-fives
with a single sequined glove on.
you ain't bad,
you ain't nuthin';
never quiet, never soft.....
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