what's the 4-1-1 (1-1)?

thuuuuuunder!!!!!!
oh, MAN!
i love thunder and lightning.
makes me wanna go outside armored-up in iron, ninjas!
makes me wanna tie kitestrings and skeleton keys to my beard!
makes me wanna doo-doo that shirtless viking berserker business!!
thunder!
lightning!
raging, savage stormswept weatherly ferocity.
so good.
black skies in the daytime?
dopeness.
bright flashes of jaggedy, raggedy electricity?
c'mon.
if you can't hang out, you're probably a dog.
they haaaate thunderstorms.
true story.
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i'm counting seconds, suckas.
the storm just passed overhead,
and is sailing away on a gusty gale.
i miss it already.
the power flickers and pulled-over vehicles.
that's that ma nature's wrath-type hard-style hottness.
come again some other day, y'heard?
no, for real.
i hope it happens again, y'all.
i love it,
so hard.
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it's the eleventh.
so there's two elevens in the date,
and for those of us who love information,
and live in a country that records the date day, month, year,
it's 411.
information day, neighbors.
to celebrate,
i'll be listening to mary j. blige,
on that 'real love' jauns, my ninjas, for really real.
what?
you like it.
it's a blue monday, duders,
and it's raining.
real life unfolds,
real clouds open,
real love is not a good song.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....