eleven.

slap-happy sticker-heads will be pleased to know
we've got what you need.
as usual,
before you even realized it was necessary.
are we psychics?
of course not.
we just bring the lightning-striking viking-type action.
that precedes the thunder, as a matter of fact.
style-making trendsetters, us.
yeah, yeah, yeah.
i know what you're thinking;
so where's the adhesive vinyl advertising at?
relax,
we're more than happy to lay some treats on ya.
y'know,
over at
neverquietneversoft.
click it, and check it, and get some.
heck, get a lot.
you need, we have.
doo-doo that.
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it's the eleventh.
that's the truth.
and after our second family fun day in a row yesterday,
it almost seems like a sin
to bring my baby girls back home already.
...but it's happening.
really.
go easy, neighbors.
they're coming back here next week.
we're nice with it like that.
a jaunt over to asscrackachussetts?
not so nice with it.
a day off, spent driving in the car, without a fresh destination?
doo-doo butter...for your face.
but hard styles are what we rock.
whenever we must, wherever we are.
warrior poetry is composed of harsh verses,
and adverse adlibs.
and sometimes a little bit of massholery.
true stories, duders.
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now act like y'know:
taking it to eleven doesn't always mean going
completely berserker barbarian batsh!t bananas for everything.
sometimes a little cold-hearted calendar calculation is in order.
i doo-doo that planned propaganda sh!t, too.
today's an example of that-
up here on this very computer,
in the leafy embrace of the woodsly goodness.
yep.
it's the eleventh, but that's not all.
this is also the 900th real-life documentarian blog i've written.
in a row.
BAM!-a-lama, b!tchbags.
that's a whole holy helluva lot of tue stories and Folk Life, huh?
it sure is.
and it's all really happening right now.
that's timing, ninjas.
perfect alignments and o'clocks.
you like it.
happy anniversay,
to me;
never quiet, never soft.....