wired.

all's well that ends well,
well nice an' that, even,
and all well after the predicted program, too.
what?
the long and the short of it is:
our phone works.
and that's good news.

i tatzapped my friends dan and gina today.
incredibly different styles,
butterflies, black and gray,squirrels and barbarian hot fire spitting,
...and darn good company, to boot.
it was a back-to-back blastoff marathon of technical challenges
during an incredibly long day.
they both rocked it.
hard.
and hopefully,
they're both psyched with the results.
i know i am.
thanks, guys!

if you live in the sh!tty city,
which is pretty much every city,
then i feel bad for you son;
i got 99 problems,
but beautiful star-filled crystal clear light pollutionless skies ain't one.
me and all my sweetest baby bizzles, two- and four-legged,
did some serious gazing up at the heavens this evening.
a perfect ending, ya'll.
better than storybook prince-smooching, for sure.
there is only ever this moment.
and this one is a damn good one.

it all ufolds the way it's supposed to,
according to plan.
hell, if it was obvious,
it wouldn't be the secret universal stratagem schematic,
would it?
i'm a little bit van gogh-ing crazy over these starry nights, ninjas;
never quiet, never soft....