joking?

am i kidding myself?
i wonder.
somebody is kidding me at any rate.
who's coming up to get tattooed?
anybody?
it'd be nice to hang out with some money-makin'
rump-shakin' hot lava loot-lenders and what-all.
i'm sayin'.
sitting around at an uncomfortable spot,
for free,
with a pile of people who don't really like me much,
until it's even darker and colder than usual?
that's for sh!t, neighbors.
the goal for today was a new firewood tote.
mission accomplished.
this new jammer is bigger, burlier, triple-seam-stitched,
and supposedly the lumberjackin' log-length lugger.
we'll see.
as i snapped the straps off of my last one,
the bar is not exceptionally high.
of course,
the thermocoupler magic eco-fan on our stove
crapped the bed this a.m. as well.
yep.
the circulating circle on my woodsly hotbox
wore itself out.
lameness.
it had a year warranty, too.
huh?
c'mon, you already know it-
the year was up a week ago.
right up the doodiehole, duders.
that's where life has it's hands.
both of 'em.
thumbs and all.
it's dark, ninjas.
inside, outside, and all around.
lights out, mutha-uckas;
never quiet, never soft.....