more nothing.

and to think it all starts with tea and toast.
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today is anything but a case of the mondays.
more like a case of whoop-azz or somethin'.
i know that i'm bringing some thunder,
and it's likely the clouds overhead are too.
it kinda feels like vacation over here.
and y'know,
it's not even technically summer yet.
we're still a whole week away.
that's promising, yeah?
it means we've actually still got three more months
of sweetness directly in front of us.
it's unofficially on it, for sure,
but the legit jump-off isn't for a little minute-
not that it changes much but the perspective.
days are what days are,
and in new england that's not a guarantee of much.
except at least a little bit of disappointment.
we're twenty degrees below average,
on average,
every day of the week.
and that's pretty weak.
i'm just sayin'.
it's like the weather, the season, and the woodsly goodness
are all aligned with the warrior wordsmithy i'm reppin'.
below average, kind of cold, certainly uncertain,
and excrutiatingly long.
that's verbose prose, purpler than jimi hendrix and alice walker combined.
purple like prince, AND the revolution.
a lot of words, a little substance.
all leaves, no tree.
what's up.
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oh! yeah-
it's monday.
if you've been busy all weekend,
you may have missed out.
here's your chance to get back on track:
NEVERQUIETNEVERSOFT
click that noise, and get with the program.
mr. shawn hebrank,
the award-winning tattooer/designer/road-warrior/jogger,
and i have made a little something good.
it's not quite magic,
but it is very possibly some kind of screen-printed sorcery.
there's a difference, y'know.
and if you can't hang out,
well,
then all your taste is clearly reserved exclusively for your mouth.
i mean:

c'mon.
recognize the truth of THAT, you mutha-b!tch, for real.
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it's all really happening.
and it's not much, now is it?
can't stop.
won't stop;
never quiet, never soft.....