Monday, November 23

monday, monday....

every other day of the week is fine, yeah.
i figured it would be anothr of those grey, lame, mamas and papas-type jams.
that is,
until i located a handful of these jammie-jams:
whaaaaaaaaaaat!?!
that's correct, mama-jamas.
mission mutha-lickin' accomplished an' that.
i scoopled up an 'ucking kazoo.
(or five.)
it's a metal one.
it sounds exactly like you'd imagine.
in under three seconds,
i was ruining people's days,
and totally making my own.
on that 'go ahead, dirty harry-flavored hummers' kind of hottness, yo.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t so hard.
***********
i spent the day blastin' zaps on my homeboy from the maritimes,
(that's the far east of canada, ya'll, where they start speaking english again)
give it up for my homeslice, marc.
he's a pretty rad and radiant fella.
and possibly also radioactive.
yeah. that's cool.
and when i tell you he's "in the club",
i don't intend you to infer he's sippin' 'gnac with them ho-cakes either;
i'm talking about a lifetime membership to the berserker barbarian battle-beasts.
or do i mean 'talkin' aboot'? ...accents, kids.
anyway,
that virile, voviking guy definitely dishes out the fattie-boombattie bounty.
gratitude and generosity?
marc embodies that big action, in spades.
a whole lot more than i could ever deserve, even.
and that duder can sit, too.
eight hours of heavy color pounding, hard-style an' that.
no flinching, wincing, whining, or weak-sauce sorcery. at all.
no pictures, either.
naturally.
his lovely wifey, susie,
showed up with complimentary mid-session coffees.
large, black, bitter, and hot.
...just like i like my women, an' that.
but,
my ninjas, she didn't know about the decaf,
and so i was still flyin' off the airways well past when i got home.
how long can i breathlessly buzz away at a squawky metallic tune?
how about all F*n' night?
bam-a-lama, bizzles;
coffee + kazoo + after normal bedtime = awesome.
my weekend is here.
and it's a long one.
i'm thankful as all F* for all that's heppening,
and it's all really happening.
especially the kazoo.
right now, moreso than usual even, really real life is
never quiet, never soft.....

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