monday, monday...

ohhhhhhhh, sh!t!!
it's another 'nother other day of the dingy dirge up here.
more 'zaps,
more crap,
and more claptrap word-slaps for all the b!tchsap waterbabies out there.
duders,
i'm on that grind date workweek weariness.
grindin', y'all.
from black spikes to portraits,
i haven't even used colored pigments in days.
i'm lucky, neighbors, for sure-
requested appointments are packing my hours solid.
grindin'.
far and away.
at work early, home from work late.
first in, last out.
grindin'.
hard work is it's own reward.
it's the only acceptable conduit for such hard styles as we rock
over here in the mountainous realms of woods and goods.
do work, ninjas.
that's the example we're setting.
life's worthiness isn't about showing off what you make,
or what you get paid for it.
it's about how you're livin' it.
which happens to be great news,
since i've got not too much of either of the former,
and a whole heapin' helpin' of loud, hard, freshness
in regards to the latter.
life gets lived, like it or not.
grindin' away at the hours, the weeks, the months, and the years.
slowly, but surely.
spanning time, but not touching.
*********** 
it's my weekend tomorrow,
and it feels as if it's already been a month since last weekend.
dang.
even bearded weirdies need a break for a little minute.
i'm sayin',
i'm all barba-strano, mutha-uckas.
that's italiano for weird beard.
we got those jauns up here.
bilingual business for your face.
...and your beard.
word up.
***********
and so it's british ladies,
and The Wiener Guy,
closing out my last day of work until thursday.
you appreciate the rest more if it's super strenuous right before it.
grindin', mutha-flippers.
it's what we're all about;
never quiet, never soft.....