Friday, February 4

dedicated.

how serious about surviving the worst case scenario are you?
i mean,
do you have the capacity and wherewithal
to bring the burly, berserker barbarian battle-beastly
primal instinct-type business to bear when it counts?
i hope so.
just sayin', duders-
i know i have peoples with generators,
and people with big ol' gardents,
and people with cases of ammo.....
but y'know what else i have?
i have some really real ninjas molto dedicated
to striking back and rockin' the hardest of hard styles.
huh?
zombie defensive systems are not for the weak sauciest, son.
example:
c'mon.
my business partner's son, son!
zero heavy industries has die-hard duders who need it on 'em.
(and here you haven't even bought a shirt yet, huh?)
that's that really real talk in practice with purpose.
how do you know when an image has enough hottness?
when it makes a bold tattooable turnout in person, on a person.
woooooord.
that's some sh!t.
the exact same sh!t that us woodsly warrior poets totally doo-doo.
recognize.
*
and in case you were actually wondering just how stylish
a conceptual engineer needs to be all lookin' like an' that?
teleport to this jauns:
yeah.
year of the rabbit, you playboys and bunnies....
check the scarf and hat combo.
hottness like you read about in thai ladyboy periodicals.
i'm not sayin',
i'm just sayin'.
y'heard?
wordimus prime;
never quiet, never soft.....

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