all the way to eleven.
loud, hard, and off the scales.
what else would you expect
from the battle-bardic vanity of a berserker barbarian?
if you don't know about it,
you should learn about it,
and if you already know about it,
you'd better be about it.
presentation is so important.
it's not just fancy bathrooms,
and well-wrapped gifts.
it's not only bow ties and matching socks.
it's everything.
it's where you're at,
and how you're livin'.
the devil's in the details, my ninjas,
and my whole life is a satanic seance of sexiness.
all the little things add up to the big big picture.
skinny bodies, narrowed eyes, and wide wide worlds;
this Folk Life is what i'm living.
if you've got it,
flaunt it.
dauntlessly.
and if you're into the vainglorious displays
of volume and force,
then you're going to pop a raging one,
when you see the hand-forged wrought iron floor nails-
now this is happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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