berserker barbarian battle-beast.

ever seen someone else go completely apesh!t bananas?
...it's pretty intense.
i mean,
not just coming undone and flippin' the F* out,
but going all the way to eleven in a crash-and-burn,
scorched earth, total four-alarm thermonuclear holocaust meltdown?
postal workers have got no juice compared to
the nigh-legendary lashing-out that was unleashed yesterday.
and here i thought burning bridges was MY thing;
duders, i was upstaged and outdone beyond all rational comprehension.
i thought i'd seen some things in my time.
but not like this.
mind-blowing mayhem ensued.
there were many regrettable things said,
and lines crossed,
and feelings hurt.
inappropriate behaviors, unpronounceable oaths,
finger pointing, middle fingering,
unfounded, groundless, and even a few true accusations,
and some police, too.
y'know how people say "you had to be there"?
well, you did and you didn't.
if you weren't you won't believe it,
because your brains can't comprehend it.
and if you were, you mostly wish you weren't,
because it was rough, rugged, and raw.
train wrecks are less messy.
oh, man!
off-the-hinges-type hard style going berserk is where it's at.
....kinda.
but only if you like sitting inside a thunderstorm,
getting hit with stray lightningbolts,
and drowned out in a deluge of destructive damnation.
bringing the thunder is pretty barbarian, for sure.
but getting stuck and struck, strafed and stricken
by the raging stormswept savage gypsy fury?
not so much.
i bore witness, ya'll.
in fact,
i felt a little tiny bit like dorothy in the tornado,
and instead of the wicked elphaba getting my pretties on a bicycle,
the entire luftwaffe came blitzkrieging in,
wu-tanging the sh!t out of everything.
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anyway,
there are ch-ch-ch-changes being made at white mountain tattoo.
unexpected, major, multifaceted move-making;
and some lineup alterations, too.
yesterday was a heckuva day, my ninjas.
what a holy heckuva day.
one that will live on in the annals
of legendary battle-beastly blowouts throughout history.
those who were there will talk of such things with awe.
i haven't given you much information, have i?
i know.
just how reliable are eyewitnesses to a car bomb, anyway?
relax,
it wasn't me...
obviously.
but it was still all really happening.
harder,
way way louder.
and all the way to eleven, like a mutha-'ucka.
first the winds of war,
then the winds of change,
and finally the answers start blowing in.
establishing the realest really-real reality.
today is the day-
got that -est poppin', yeah?
superlatively superb, my ninjas;
never quiet, never soft.....