john henry would lose to this guy.

^^this lil' fella could be bumblebee,
y'know, from the original cartoon transformers,
the old school one,
before the chrome computery battlebotic business.
it sure works it's little snout off, though.
in just a few short hours,
we've almost cleared the whole room of old and busted doo-doo.
nice.
seems somehow fitting that my new futuristic bobotron machine matches my house.
elements of the past, and elements of the future,
combined to make something somehow not quite as good as either.
that's on that mighty boosh sh!t.
click that jawns and recognize.

so far,
this morning has the room lookin' a little less 'haunted house',
and a wee bit more new england hottness.
and yeah,
the roof, and the ceiling both pitch lower at the windows.
interesting rooflines?
F* yes, they are.
one room at a time.
one day at a time.
slowly, ya'll,
the incredible turbo-fresh woodsly goodness will prevail.
believe it.

all the little kiddies are all the way back in school up here,
and all their parents haven't any vacation time, or money left.
do you know what that means for the warrior poets at the tattoo shop?
uh-huh.
skanks.
old, rusty, white oldsmobiles chock full of 'em.
unemployed, a little bit 'tarded, high as F*....
who else has nothing better to do at 1p.m. in the woods in september?
nobody.
lower back tribal and asian language lettering, my ninjas.
keep 'em comin'.
i've got that mortgage death pledge to scoople.
gimme $ome money;
never quiet, never soft....