what does a newlywed warrior do on a wednesday?
not a mutha-lickin' thing, it turns out.
my first day off without a specific mission on my mind.
nothing to cook, nowhere to be, and all my ninjas are back home.
i tuned up some wedding cake,
broke my A-hole to pieces on leftover baked ziti,
and read a ream of pages about sword-choppin' soldiers.
i was asleep by nine.
what?!
could it be?
is there some type of insipid weak-sauce sorcery simmmering on the sidelines?
did the connecticut contingent conjure up some crucial coliform?
i must've been.
i'm only ever inculcated by the homeland, anyway....
i'm just sayin',
the left-back doo-doo buttery feeling of flu-bug 'baggery is just not cool.
i've got a system for everything,
(even eating pancakes)
except a decent system of immunities.
maybe 'where the wild things are' kicked my A* harder than i thought.
werewolfen moonlight and spirit-world overlaps and lack of sleep,
when added up, leave a duder a little teeny tiny bit susceptible towards actual feelings.
yah, i said it.
happily,
an early evening of hard-style snoozin' is just what the doctor ordered.
ten hours of comatoe, dreamless dirge, and snorin' ignorin' of the world around me,
has restarted the stanzas of soul-slappin' saga;
hard-hearted, bass-boosted, kick drum seismic,
pep-squad thumpin', bumpin',
and rumpty-pump rump shakin' is back on the menu, mutha-uckas!!!!!
less being idle,
more being an idol.
or maybe someflying circus and some eric idle,
or maybe a litle cradle of love and just billy idol.
or maybe just a billy goat.
there's a gap to bridge right there,
and i hope i'm gruff enough to doo-doo it.
i woke up with my white matter firing itself up pretty hard;
never quiet, never soft.....
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