sleptember.

oh man,
sleeping is SO dope.
when you turn in and your brains turn off.
so good.
i especially love sleeping when the nighttimes get chilled up.
long nights,
hard times,
and dew droppin' thermometer poppin' flannel sheetin' snoozefestivals.
rip van winkle could team up with robert van winkle,
and i'd still out-snooze the both of those ice-ice (water)babies.
i think i could probably sleep for two months straight.
hell,
i've even done it before
just ask the old turnpike tattoo crew from around the turn of the century.
i managed to do about two consecutive month's worth of couch-surfin',
hangin' ten in forty wink increments.
what's the coolest letter in the alphabet?
obviously,
it's ZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
yeah!
i'm already prepped and primed for a pillow fight.
wherein i go ten rounds against a pillow,
seeing who smothers whom first.
my money's on my mighty sandman manatee melon, kids.
i could win with my eyes closed.

i thought of a sure fire recipe for penultimate success in life, love, and whatever else:
excess + suck.
except not in that order.
suck-cess, an' that,
obviously.
sorta too bad the word cess means 'assess' in crumpet english,
and 'luck' in shamrock english,
and not 'sh!t', like in cesspool.
i don't get it, either, ya'll.
but seriously, though.
it kinda makes sense, yeah?
i've got plenty of all of that stuff,
and tons of resultant great luck in assessing sh!ttiness,
and sh!t-suckin' salad tossery, too.
...metaphorically, i mean.
still, i'm mostly happy with what's happenin',
so who's to say it isn't workin'?

uncle steven has got a whole truckful of tools,
and since i'm the only tool who serves almost no household purpose,
i'm stayin' stashed away in my very own toolbox.
(that's what SHE said)
if you listen closely,
you can almost hear me sawing wood.
in my sleep, i mean.
never quiet, never soft.....