grinding.

yeah!
it's a sunday in the woods.
a relaxing, leisurely day of rest;
but only if you're an A*-hole....
i'm fairly sure i'm not actually an A*-hole,
and i've got ten hours of tattoos to do.
...again.
so i'm safe for now.
busy, busy, busy.
late nights, long days, hard styles.
zap-zap-zap-zappity-zap-zap.
y'know,
it's actually pretty cool to have so much zapping to do.
can't help that gratitude when things are steady rockin' every day.
if only it were always this busy.
then,
i'd get to miss out on my whole life ALL the time.
so other people could have sentimental skin scars of stupid stuff.
don't get me wrong, kids,
i'm on my grind.
making moves and movie checks, y'heard?
i mean,
there's only a few more weeks of summer left,
and then all these madras-shorted meat-mashers
head back home to their lairs and lounges
in whatever non-woodsly goodness they live in.
but that's in a few sundays.
not today.
right now, today, on THIS sunday,
the getting is good.
so i'm getting busy with my big business by getting busy-
you'd think i'd share more pictures, huh?
i can't doo-doo-that, neighbors.
for one thing, i don't take many pictures,
for another, this is real-life documentarianism,
not work life watermarking.
maybe if i did a tattoo of some rocks.....
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woooooooord.
brutal workweeks make home life seem haggard.
not much gets done around the fortress
when i don't get home until after dark.
it doesn't get dark out THAT early, ninjas.
i'm sayin'.
what i really need, neighbors,
is a couple of extra rugged man hands to help me haul
some woodland rocks up and out of the roadside lodes and piles.
for real.
my megalithic aspirations have exceeded my meager musculature.
i can't lift 'em up, duders.
not that i even have half an extra second to go out huntin', anyway.
i used up those mini-minutes writing about it.
time is taking itself, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....