did you hear it?
listen close, and you can feel the tingle of
saturday morning savage seventies sauce.
shhh,
listen:
captain caaaa-A-aave-maaaaaan!
that is, captain caveman...
if you don't know,
you'd better ask somebody.
what am i talking about?
a hairy eggplant with whiskers.
yep.
maybe a toothless bowling ball covered in fur?
yeah.
a barefoot, caped, conscious coiffure?
sure thing.
it's happening.
you'll see.
***********
so,
i had my first day back at identity tattoo,
after far too long of an absence.
were there root beers cold chillin' in the 'fridge?
yep.
and was vegan-worcestershire-style mixed chex in effect?
double yeah.
did some stranger-lady bring in a raging slab of
peanutty choco-loco krispie brick?
obviously.
what does all that mean?
todd lambright is my sweetie pie.
that's what it means.
too bad i'll have to wait until later today to put the
big, wet, lickory thank-you smooch on his shiny dome.
i did some tatblasting, too.
much in the same vein as every first day back at identity tattoo.
the ghost of the red spikes lives on, i guess.
there's even more of all this today.
i'm ready already.
***********
the best part of eating too much
has got to be the stomach-achy dreamscape.
indigestive delusions up in my braincase all flippin' night.
i always like how surprised i am at 0:dark thirty a.m.
when i wake up sweaty and scared of some sh!t i can't even remember;
before i had thirdsies, and then a cookie or two,
i prob'ly should've remembered to look outside.
full-blown full moon mania, my ninjas.
i think i'm actually hairier and scarier for these three nights a month.
monstrous.
that's the key word here.
in every way.
a regular chimera of conglomerate caustic cacophony.
orangutan, wolf, bear, shark, mockingbird, crow, and rooster.
the constituent elements of pure battle-beastliness.
oh,
all that, AND a F*ing TUBA.
don't forget about the tuba.
a whole day later, and at least six minutes more practice,
and still i'm not one single step closer to viruosity,
but i did figure out how to make it seem louder;
(blow harder)
cockerel, corvid, canis lupus, captain caveman.
there is no such thing as coincidence;
never quiet, never soft.....
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