deuce!

another 'nother one down the pipes, kids.
y'know,
a saturday.
finis.
over and done with, duders.
and if i may comment,
let me tell you that it was totally and completely
all the way live, and all the way to eleven.
expert.
crazy busy running-late staying-late weekend work.
wordimus prime.
tatblasting?
yep.
sunshine?
yep.
big flippin' fun?
of course.
the whole woodsly goodness just seemed aligned or somethin'.
the pieces fit together,
the plans made sense,
and i barely even bothered to unbutton the butt jokes.
true tale.
i mean,
i unbuttoned a couple,just not all of 'em.
after all,
real ninjas do real sh!t.
and i definitely doo-doo the doodiehole diatribe dispensing.
A*holes, neighbors,
in word and in deed,
indeed.
*
neighbors,
i feel as though i have reached a pinnacle of power
in my competent communication skills.
that's where the hot fire gets spit, y'all.
the interpersonal interactions,
the dialogue of conversation,
the non-stop loud, fresh, hardness of a worthy warrior poet;
telling skaldic sagas of really real life.
c'mon, my ninjas.
i mean,
i talk to a LOT of duders every week.
seriously,
for a high-falutin' hermit in the mountains,
i discuss the discourse of a whole holy helluva bunch
of topical, temporal, tactical type  talky-talking.
the ebbs and flows,
waxings and wanings,
and pushes and pulls
of the upsides and downturns in advanced human interaction.
i got them jauns.
also,i have got the issuing of edicts,
and the dictating of decrees down pat, my ninjas.
that's one-sided information roadway action, son!
road hogs, more like, an' that.
words. words. words.
that's what i've got,
and what i give to y'all.
i'm easy like sunday more,
live,
from saturday night;
never quiet, never soft.....