job.

seriously,
i don't know who ordered the snow,
but they can pretty much F* right off today.
it's not so much the amount as the principle.
a light dusting of pretzel salt style granules
is still a frosty harbinger of hard styles and cold nights
and all that other 'nother rough wintry business.
weather can chug it, duders.
just sayin'...
ice in the birdbath,
snow on the ground,
crunchy snapping leaves underfoot,
and icy windshields.
without the cold without,
the hottness within wouldn't seem as heated, i'm sure;
and it's pretty flippin' hot in here, at least.
in fact,
we had company, and them ninjas were all like:
'damn, it's like a picture out of a catalog in here'.
and not budget-A* ikea, either.
country living, maybe,
or martha mutha-b!tchin' stewart perhaps.
fancy-grade decorative hottness.
no snow is gonna put the kibosh on THAT, homeboy.
word.
***********
going. going. gone.
it's the weakest link in workweek waterbabyhood.
the week right before thanksgiving,
and nobody wants tattoos.
lucky for us worthy warrior busy-bodies,
we've got big action to bust some moves on.
block prints and line art,
and a whole mess of assorted manliness, to boot.
maul-split logs an' that kind of thing.
it'll probably happen.
i mean, it all always is;
never quiet, never soft.....