ELEVEN

this is it.
today.
today is the day.
just like every other day,
except even more so than usual.
what makes today more of a day than yesterday or tomorrow?
c'mon.
haven't you been paying attention?
didn't you read the title?
what are you?
an A*hole?
it's the eleventh.
...and that's what's up.
a ferocious, fantastic, furious, spurious, bi-curious,
glorious, uproarious, drastic, spastic, caustic cacophony
of berserker barbarian bearded battle-beastly big business,
and raging savage stormswept gypsy thunder.
huh?
yeah.
i'm just sayin' it's set to be a good day.
that's all.
conditions are perfect.
there's tats what need zappin',
food what needs cookin',
hard styles desperate for pounding,
and duders who need an infusion of warrior poetry.
long, drawn-out, over-the-top, and totally true.
sagas, son.
the hot fire spat wrench-tightened temperant tales;
told truly and lived well.
it's all really happening.
always.
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embroidery might be dope.
i'm not sure, exactly.
i mean,
i always associated it with polo shirts and golf,
or those old timey primers (which actually are pretty dope).
but these days,
i'm all about the embroidery action.
on hats and treats and sh!t.
no polo shirts for me, thanks.
that hellhammer logo for ZERO is pretty flippin' fresh,
and it's stitched onto some other 'nother goodsly goodies,
and that makes those treats louder and harder and fresher.
for my face, via my whole head.
and that is good.
for everybody.
embroidery, duders.
that's like screenprinting for crackery people.
word.
i'm on the fence about the implications.
i think that very dad-like dads and duders
will be psyched about the texture and the luxury
of sewn-up sweetness.
plus, embroidery goes great with righteous rightness.
like the right to keep and bear, b!tches.
and with the proposed 'constitutional carry' law
slated for state approval this year, (look that hottness up, ninjas)
i think my firearm-friendly responsible-americanism
could use a deep and delicious dose of thread-count sophistication.
that's a real thing.
you like it.
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friday.
right now.
the truly true and tried, tied-up fried-up flambe, ninjas.
hot F*ing fire.
the pyres are piled,
the kindling is kindled with combustible kindred,
and the catalysts are awaiting the order to attack.
time takes time,
and we take it for ourselves.
one for you,
two for me,
three to get ready,
four to go,
and one for good luck.
add it up, neighbors,
and you get eleven;
never quiet, never soft.....