projection.

berserker barbarian brutality.
y'know,
like freakin' all the way the F* out, an' that.
it's kinda good for you to do so every now and then.
or every now and every then, even.
how much reaction does it take to warrant over-reaction?
well,
if the situation calls for an even-tempered moderate response,
a well-reasoned reply,
a courteous conversation,
or any non-threatening nuances;
a five on a scale of one-to-ten, if you will;
then the battle bardic warrior poetic level of interaction
requires no less than an eleven.
that's overreaction. and it's the baby bear's porridge amount.
juuuust right.
because after all, too much of a good thing is not ever enough, yeah?
y'hear that?
i'm actually not yelling.
i'm just talking.
but i'm doing it SO hard.


volume, vigor, and virtuosity.
competent communication at full-strength.
heroic boasting is not just for long-dead geats, my duders....
i like my symbolism like cymbal-ism.
the ones the super fatty guy in the marching band rocks.
you know,
the dual discs of destuction that warp the air around the guy,
while he holds on for dear life, with a mutha-flippin' weightliftin' man-girdle on,
to bash and blast the burnished beat-blurry monkeyshiners together.
it's the sound of robot applause, maybe,
a pair of clap-happy slappers salutin' every excellent day with a crashin' batch of smashin'.
all day every day, it's like a party,
which may be why they're also called 'bashes'.
word up.

to insist on, and be assured of motormouthy
mile-a-minute machine gun monotony-mashin' wasn't my original intention,
but as i was clearly on a well-paved highway to hell,
i sipped a souped-up cup of iced coffee.
i asked for decaf,
but what was ordered turned out to be a real-deal dose
of uber-barbarian double-bass boosted battle beanery.
if you want somethin' done right, do it yourself,
but if you want a tasty beverage and you're stuck tatty o'blastin',
then you take what you can get from the kindness of others.
at any rate,
the rest of the day felt like a combination of awesome things:
heart attacks, yelling, and alternate titles for gay porn movie knockoffs;
30 days of tight?! i'd watch it.
gayowulf? c'mon,
he battles grundle!!!
....and it's not his arm he rips off, either.
i can't speak for my clients, or their comfort, ease, or well-being,
but i had a worthy ragnarockin' day.
more reactions, more often.
over-reaching reactor core really real life livin'.
so good;
never quiet, never soft.....