that's moon power.
and that's what kept the sleepy-times away, my ninjas.
cumulonimbus catastrophes,
dumpin' the waterbaby bombs on the metal roofline.
seriously, raindrops the size of blow-pops,
hittin' it like blitzkrieg blops,
in the lightning-striking stormswept woodsly thunderclap-slaps.
as loud and as hard as ever.
graytarded weather, neighbors.
the only sunshine around here today is store-bought-
check the teleport, y'all:
a little fresh-cut yellow hottness for your face.
sunflowers are sexy.
(sunflower tattoos are not.)
yep.
a teensy-weentsy shot of romance,
hangin' out,
brightening-up our kitchen,
and making the magic happen in chlorophyllic flavor.
and they're scented with pollenatious dopeness.
they got that summer stank to 'em.
(in a good way)
***********
monday is what's up.
monday in the up-here is even more what's up.
there're fewer gibbering gawkers, less traffic,
plus,
it's friday for us tatty-blasterizers.
one last day of doo-doo buttery drudgery.
six more hours of zappin' crap,
and the following 48 are all ours.
of course, there's sure to be a mad-dash scramble to prepare.
for what?
celebrating.
no,
NOT flag-waving first-world firework fury for the fourth.
even better.
my wife is gonna turn another year older on saturday.
she's 365 days more awesome than one year ago, for sure.
that implies a party weekend of cake and candlery.
...and then there's fireworks.
i'm just sayin',
mutha-lickers, we live free or die up here, already-
it's just one way we keep it really real-
every day is already independence day,
deal with that;
never quiet, never soft.....
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