yellow.

i'm not into hospitals, anyway.
going to see my duders in there doesn't make it any better.
if nothing else,
my decision not to drink is firmer than ever.
believe it.
liver and onions ya'll.
these days, they both make me cry.
jaundice is a hard F*ing style, y'all.
no matter how brave you are,
you're still yellow.
ouch.
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a day on the road,
an afternoon in the hospital,
and too much pizza in my bellyhole.
not that it should come as any surprise,
but it's very taxing to go back to the sh!t-salad.
connecticut kicked my butt, again.
and a little bitty crappy yappy dog
who resides at my ma's house kicked my sleep cycle
around the bend, into a wide-awake cycle.
man,
you just can't bash a dog that isn't yours,
especially if it only weighs five pounds;
...not even at 4:30 a.m.
sixteen hours in connecticut, my ninjas,
always feels more like six hundred.
what better way to follow up a long drive,
a rough and tumble failing health hailstorm,
and an indigestive evening without sleep,
than a righteous road trip back home again.
to tattoo all day,
pack all night,
and head back out yet again.
whirlwind poetic warcraft is on it over there.
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i've got a reckless full-moon battle boner poppin' off.
life needs livin',
revitalization is on the menu,
and i've got the next ten days away from the woodsly goodness
to supercharge the barbarian batteries;
minneapolis is gonna get pounded.
hard.
i've had a whole month to meditate on which moves to make.
and i've come to a decision;
ALL of 'em.
i mean,
eleven is as eleven does, right?
i figured as much.
yesterday wasn't easy.
and with no sleep and a heavy heart,
a hard head, and a hollow feelin',
today wasn't much easier.
tomorrow, though, mutha-lickas,
tomorrow is going to be great.
louder than ever,
harder than diamonds;
never quiet, never soft.....