connected, severed.

aawwwwww, man;
my ninjas, i am trying to tell y'all-
doing what needs doing means doing the doo-doo butter.
that's no joke.
if you're tuning in late,
you may not know that i have two terrific little ladies in my life.
yep.
darling daughters.
valkyrie vixens.
and it's high time, well-nigh time, and the perfect time
for a little super-duper family togetherness action.
which is where the hardest style of vehicular sojourn comes in-
guess who has to take a whirlwind jaunt,
all p.m. powertrain,
and passing through massholechussetts,
to the nutmeg nut-job nut-bag state?
yep.
after work today i get to go to connecticut.
before work tomorrow, i drive home.
getting up early to get ahead of presidential weekend traffic,
just to get nestled back into the tourist turdblasts
of presidential weekend population pump-ups
in the presidential mountain range.
10 hours in the car,
with 6 hours of sleep in between.
real ninjas do real road warrior sh!t, neighbors.
the silver-lined bright spot in this sunless trek to turdtown?
once it's over and done with,
harvest and maple are gonna be where they belong-
the woodsly goodness of Folk Life & Liberty in
the white mountainous mount washington valley,
of northern (read: genuine real life) new hampshire.
before i go-go to the no-no spot,
i'm tattooing some more face skin.
eyebrows.
again.
another other 'nother set of surprisers...
and then driving down to the swamp.
the bog of eternal stench, even.
doubled-down on stress, kids, for sure.
actually, now that i think about it-
responsible adulthood called earlier;
told me to 'take it deep',
whatever that means.
weird.
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hours and hours and hours.
that's what's up.
and let's not forget that we're adding the wolfen lunar tug
of the full-moon guiding-nightlight.
back to the o.g. den where the cubs got whelped, ninjas.
hours after hours, all afterhours...
work.
road.
traffic.
sleep.
traffic.
road.
work.
circadian rythms,
and concentric circles.
tightening cycles,
inside ever-expanding gyres.
add in some pyres,
and you can bet it's all really happening.
next stop:
weak-sauce waterbaby world...
connecticut,
you're lucky you'll be asleep when i arrive-
we comin' rougher every time;
never quiet, never soft.....