THOR!

i get psyched every thursday.
mostly,
i just always assume that something rad is going to go down.
i mean,
it's after hump day,
and before the weekend for most regular folks,
but,
it's also thunder day,
and that is dopeness indeed.
i'm sayin',
i was mutha-futharkin' barbarian berserk today.
i tattooed runes and viking dragon heads on a pagan high priest.
vanilla sky like a mofo, ya'll.
that's word.

my wee young 'uns are comin' up next week.
in the meantime,
the workload at the tattoo shop is packed to the limits.
longer days and even later nights seem inevitable.
that's good though,
because daughterly july times ain't cheap, y'heard?
aaaaand,
next week we're takin' extra time for hangin' tough.
what does that mean, exactly?
well, my special friends and fellow Folk Life livin' peoples,
it especially means one thing:
bread and puppet circus time.
the besy sundays of the whole entire muta-lickin' year.
hairy hippies,
giant puppets,
and psychedilc school bus cheap art sh!t.
unless you're an a-hole,
you will be contacting me to make plans.
clear your schedules.
gas up your cars.
and put on your straw hats.
active participation is what's up.
i need that life-affirming big BIG bigtimer breadsly 'uppetry.
so do you.
our time is what we make it,
and i'm makin' time for being alive;
never quiet, never soft....