my boyfriend's back.
that's right mutha-uckas,
my numero uno ace homeboy
is here in the bitter cold,
sweetening and heat-ening up the whole situation.
one more good thing, sucka-ninjas.
and it's all really happening.
fresh from the northwest coast;
canada, in fact,
and now comin' atcha live and direct,
home, which is to say, here, for the holiday season-
XI-mas is on the schedule in a big big way.
you know it,
you like it,
you have to have some idea about what's up:
check that pinkie-stinkie hippie out, buddy.
how can it get any better?
well,
that's an easy one.
since we're over on this side of bringing back the hits-
it's not just pre-XI hottness,
it's also another 'nother other old-time favorite:
by popular demand,
fresh from the ovens and kitchens,
for your faces,
between two slices of grainy goodness:
SANDWICH WEEK.
F* yes it is.
who's winning?
we're winning.
flawless victory.
teleport need checking?
no worries, i GOT you;
word:
sauteed 'shrooms, onions, red sweet sugary peps,
red sauce (never weak sauce) and cubes of 'fu.
and if that doesn't sound good,
then f.u.
on the reals.
***********
neighbors,
it's cold.
stupid cold.
but,
the warmth is wafting from the stove,
and the stove.
all burners are burning,
all fires are blazing.
home is where the heart is,
and that's here with my peoples,
and my big, sexy, frigid, old house.
Folk Life & Liberty,
with libertarian life-livers and woodsly warrior poets.
this is the time i have been given,
and despite the dark outside,
it's bright bright bright right here and now...
(only without a lame chorus of ungendered choirboy-girls to ruin it)
everything good.
at the same time;
never quiet, never soft.....
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