soysages,
and tea 'n' toast.
put it all together and what've you got?
yep:
in fact,
i had to open my hingey jawbone a full 180 degrees,
and cram the gullet-stretching blops down the hatch.
...just like a thylacine.
tasmania, son!
but like the eye of a tiger,
not a devil.
c'mon.
also,
no crotchal puff-nests were exposed
during the creation of this breakfast.
and NOT because they were tucked in marsupial pouches.
so there's that, too.
***********
thursday thunderstorms, neighbors.
we got the jauns that've got the hammering power of thor.
lucky thing we broke our fast with such good stuff, or else
we might've gotten the back-to-work/rainy-day bum-outs.
but,
with vegan treats fully filling our bellies,
and a rad weekend under our belts,
i actually almost feel bad for the clients who show up today.
on the ones, duders,
my form is rare,
like thylacines, ninjas.
prepare for cryptozoological sightings,
from skunk-apes to sasquatch,
and all other north american forest apes in-between.
( i may not wear any pants...just sayin': crotchal puffs)
the workweek has begun again,
and if it's time to work in the woodsly goodness,
well,
then i'm gonna make some mutha-uckas earn their rewards.
loud. fresh. hard.
in a row,
in the rain,
on a thursday.
i'm all amped-up to stay rad,
and stay EXPERT.
and if that means real ninjas gotta doo-doo some real sh!t,
then recognize, y'all-
berserker barbarian battle-beasts are on the loose.
i hope you've got earplugs and binoculars,
because a savage stormswept raging safari
of tatzappin' and soul-clappin' and b!tch-slappin'
is about to happen.
check the power-dials and red-lined meter readouts,
'cause i'm pretty sure they all read eleven;
never quiet, never soft.....
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