saturday sizzler.

minus 6 degrees.
that's less than none,
and more sucky than most.
add in some snow,
some tourists,
cancellations,
and a mob scene of miscommunication,
and you've got today.
hard.
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i've got business cards, now, kids.
and t-shirts.
and the super-sweet sensation of fabrication...
loud, fresh, hardness, y'all.
as in, molto magnificent machine guns.
c'mon.
after the SHOT show in las vegas this week,
the ZERO site'll be all-the-way-live,
and you minky, mincey marketplace masters
can add that sh!t to your cart.
buy! do it! soon! mass quantities, too, ninjas.
guns!
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casey is over for supper,
and bogwater boiled brown blops
are being basted by the bucketful.
cabbage and 'taters and turnips and carrots and sweet 'taters,
and horseradish, dijon, and a smidge of smokey hottness.
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disjointed doo-doo butter,
and dreary, dearly bought drudgery.
it's all really happening.
maybe an easy sunday morning will make up for it,
and maybe not;
never quiet, never soft.....