appointed.

i'm disappointed in my appointments.
yeah.
i have a bunch of appointments,
so that's not the disappointing part.
it's the real-world weekends that take their toll.
i'm always booked with pain-in-the-pleats,
big ol' zapper sitdown sessions.
two half-day tattoos on a saturday?
c'mon.
whatever happened to hustling?
i'm sayin',
i'm all about those 'take ten tiny terrible tatzap times'.
line 'em up, blast 'em out, an' that.
stayin' keen, honing in on those itty-bitty income increments.
whetting my appetite for destruction on the masses.
words, work, and worthiness are my weapons...
keeps the senses sharp,
especially the senses of humor and self-worth.
worthiness is measured in effort, or somethin'.
so i'm either the m.v.p, or the least likely to succeed.
it's all in where you're sitting in the studio.
if talkin' sh!t and spitting hot fire was worth money,
i'd retire already on a pile of pieces of eight.
but if tattooing is the key to the gates,
these double appointment days are doo-dooing me in.
hahahaha.
see, like i said.
sharp.
double-edged-type hard style slicin' dicey deeds.
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russian riverboat carnival music.
that's how the wifey described the dark dark dark album.
it seemed like something good to listen to,
since i've been kinda listless and longing for the snow magic.
the weather kind, not the ear kind,
but,
it's not far off from the truth of the sounds.
accordions?
fresh.
huge-spectacled spectacles?
fresh.
meek voices and weird inflections?
so fresh.
i'd ride the waves to these tunes all day, y'all.
no joke.
instead,
i'm on that poop boat of poor performance.
tattooing all alone in my isolated room.
it's not SO bad,
since it gives me a great reason to get louder.
projection, i think, is the term.
straight outta the projects, though,
is more accurate.
i've got anxiety-attack accordion and banjo barrages,
and i've got a double-barreled lungful
of loud and hard hollerin' to hand out today.
today is the day;
never quiet, never soft.....