likenesses.

adios, enero.
word up, duderonis-
it's done.
over. kaput. finished.
january is gone away.
and the B.H.M. is rollin' in.
so deep, dark, and dope
that a whole heckuva lot of bass-boosted super-thump
is headed down the hollowed out tubes and amps
of the woofers and tweeters in my speaker system.
yep.
Black History Month, my ninjas.
on it's way to the white mountains.
if you aren't 'bout it (and i doubt it) then you'd better get 'bout it.
because 28 days later,
it'll just be march.
and not the million man one, either.
boo-ya!
black like ink, black like holes, black like night-time new moon skies.
beautiful, bountiful.
really real and happening really.
on the ones.
***********
guess what i got today?
no, for serious...
guess.
nope.
try again.
huh?
nope.
give up?
good.
check the elevenometer, neighbors:

tom savini is the man.
and now,
i will be too.
grande illusions, kids.
f/x makeup an' that.
for your face-
...and speaking of-
i need faces to F* up, too, y'all.
volunteers?
anyone?
c'mon.
you know that the more you do,
the more you get to do.
our boy tom says that sh!t.
wise words from a movie-makin' move maker.
participate w/ me, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....