wee weekend.

a little tiny bit of days off, duders.
that's not enough,
but i'll take it, anyway.
the whole fortress is replete with fumes, y'all.
i'm not foolin',
there's been a lot of stainin' going on.
pre-stain,
wood stain,
gel stain,
water-treatment plus stain.
it's a regular blotchy, latex glove disintegrating,
hard-style headache over here.
...and that kind of activity gives off some hazardous vapors.
stains, my ninjas.
slowly but surely,
there's a bathroom in my future.
a turbo-licious ultra-sexy wood log cabin water closet.
if i don't pass out from the harmful waves of wafting toxicity.
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however,
despite the odor and the echoes of awful
that they cause at the edges of my vision,
and in the back of my brain,
there is such hottness happening in that hidden hollow:
hahahha-hand hammered, indeed.
you mutha-b!tches know you like that backlit backdrop.
oil rubbed bronze,
smoke blackened copper,
natural edged countertops.
the dopeness is in full effect,
and i'm only halfway there.
your brain can't even handle this much fresh hard loudness-

is that a picture-framed contrast-stained ceiling trapdoor?

obviously.

after all,

what am i?

an A*-hole?

no way, jose.

get that weak sauce out of my face....

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in other news,

what's up with the fake flower store?
we needed it, and they got it.
convincing faux foliage for the fortress?
yeah.

now there's some greenery for the background scenery.

ever-greenery, even.

and some perfect plastic peonies, too.

actually,

they're silk.

only the stems are petrochemically composed.

but we still got them jauns.

where in the woodsly goodness is there such a store?

out in nowhere, maine, duders.

i guess that's where the synthetic flora hangs out.

well,

now it also gets busy in my living room, too.

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more staining,

more priming,

more painting.

keeping busy by gettin' busy.

stains, my ninjas.

so hard.

i'm huffin' noxious gasses,

and smacking, flippin', and rubbing it all down.

long nights,

hard times.

keepin' it real,

and rockin' fake plants.

i don't get it either;

never quiet, never soft.....