snow on the horizon,
snow in the sky,
snow on the ground.
snow.
c'mon.
somebody (named ma nature) is joking.
hahahahhaha,
yeah...really hilarious.
*
rapid response units, duders.
i like duders who get sh!t done, my ninjas.
that's some truth.
i admire in others what i lack in myself, maybe?
could be.
but what i do know
is that the MWVAA does not F* around.
applied last week.
selected days later.
juried tuesday.
approved wednesday.
expert?
every day.
whole sheets of squares, calendar-type hard-stylists an' that.
that's right, neighbors;
looks like it could be true that the woodsly goodness
is progressing towards the hottness of the active participant party.
slowly but surely,
the Folk Life rustic movement is getting it in there.
so deep.
now guess who get's to show off their stuff?
obviously,
we worthy ones are ON the mutha-ucka, son!
***********
-dear winter,
it has been said, time and again,
by the wisest and most respected of the warrior poets,
that the height of good manners is knowing when to leave.
it behooves us to remark:
your boorish loitering,
and belligerent reproaches approach the lowest levels of rudeness.
cut the sh!t, b!tch, and F* right off.
please.
i'm freezing.
xoxooxx,
your pal,
-albie.
***********
march?
done.
twenty five percent of the whole year....over.
already.
c'mon, kids.
who'd have thought that so little could happen so quickly?
just sayin', ninjas,
the fire and the lightning are getting smothered
by the hourglass sands and the snowflakes.
i thought we sprung ahead weeks ago,
and yet it still seems as though the days are falling behind.
too much is the right amount,
and the object is more,
but really, y'all,
enough is enough,
even if there's never enough.
i'm ready for the secret universal plan to float me
just a sneaky peeky glimpse of what's to come.
y'hear that?
i'm ready,
or not,
so come all up in here
all the way live with it.
pamplemousse, son!;
never quiet, never soft.....
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