high tension.

so,
we're constantly overbooked at work.
it's not exactly a bad thing,
but it sure is stressful.
always running behind means staying late,
ruining dinner plans, getting all tense,
and tatblasting as hard as you can until your thumbs go numb.
add in the 'awesome' ideas some folks have,
and it almost makes me want to go back to bein' a fancy little baby-bop blaster again.
almost.
y'know the dudes;
only zappin' their own styles and reppin' the spoiled brat attack.
that business is not the truth.
at least not the really real rural honest to woodsly goodness truth...
still,
there were two wang-danglin' weiner guys in the studio today.
and that can be some ugly truth.
i swear, ya'll.
the barbed wire armband crowd is out in force, too.
it's like that movie gremlins or something,
and someone must've gotten 'em wet, i guess.
times are happening.... strange ones, even.
i've done a whole ass-ton of ass-whoopin' tatzappin' these last few weeks.
i'm tired, ya'll.
what i need is a Folk Life & Liberty fortress to call home,
to lay my head down and hang my hat.
that daruma with the one eye i'm wishin' on must be listening,
because we got some turbo tasty tidbits of good good news today.
it looks as if the secret universal plan is decoding itself into a fresh saga
of berserker barbarian battle-beastly thunder and lightning.
by august we should be relocated, again,
and this time,
it could be the folk liveliest scenario yet.
i need a vacation from this vacation,
and i sure as sh!t need a break from this breakneck ballyhooing tatzappin'.
times, yall, like i said;
times are happening;
never quiet, never soft....