big crazy furious friday.

hey, Hey, HEY!!!
guess who drove across state lines,
to portland, maine, to pick up his client yesterday?
yep.
that's warrior poetry livery service-type jauns.
i mean,
it was either THAT or wait until today to get started,
after budget-A* busted bus route rides an' that.
and that wasn't even the last of it....
i made a few stops while in the seaside city sh!ttiness-
trader joe's for tea,
and whole foods for some sodas,
and even a little art supply store action for pens and markers.
wordimus, son,
en route back to the woodsly goodness,
i tuned-up a pound of red,
twisty, autralian strawberry twists and that kind of  tasty thing.
but once it was get-busy business time,
guess who doubled-down on the tatty-blasting thunder?
uh-huh.
yesterday we zapped it up,
and early shirley this morning we zapped it up again.
two tattoos, my ninjas.
the brutal burly barbarian battle-beastly bruising.
homeboy took eleven thumps, an' that.
real talk.
rushin' and attackin',
and a whole lot of timeless time-taking.
and a scaredy-crow-man on my duder's neck.
his NECK.
jobstopper central, kids.
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and just what have i been doing since work got over with?
digging in the dark,
in knee deep water,
on a hill,
in the woods,
covered in mud.
oh, yeah.
rainwater mud-flooding,
and bog-like conditions bode poorly
for vehicles unprepared for the rigors of deep woodsly goodness.
that's when my out-of-state friends call up the warriors.
unfortunately,
shovels, logs, dirt, chains, rope, and molto back-breaking
bent-over trenches, dam, culverts, and diverts
couldn't be counted on to remove the swamp.
on a hill.
contrary to the laws of nature, and physics,
a waterwall waterfall swallowed a whole car.
friday night, and now it's snowing.
that's word.
and the car is still buried in the doo-doo butter.
awwwwwwww, man.
i'll say this though:
i will sleep the sleep of the dead tonight.
i'm spent, like empty bullet casings, son.
my boots are sopping,
my pants were green when i got there,
and brown when i got out.
the chain snapped,
the axles bent,
and another 'nother adventure wrapped up.
i'm on that sleep-type jauns, son.
night-time frightenings,
and slogging bog monsters wear me out...
and i'm out;
never quiet, never soft.....