technical difficulties.

what was all that all about?
yesterday was somethin', y'all.
i did seven tattoos.
in a row.
all tiny teeny-weeny itsy bitsy blops.
...seriously.
stump-slumping thursday street-shop slop,
with precious little compensation to atone
for all the consternating aggravation.
busy business is good for hand cramps,
and the psychosis-inducing brain spasms brought about
by truly unruly, sh!tty, flourescent light flickerings.
like a pre-epileptic aneurysm instigator.
bad lighting is pretty high up on my 'turn-offs' list.
mostly because i like being able to see what's going on.
without immediate electrical attention,
i'm most certainly going to go bat-blind fruitbat-sh!t crazy.
that's a thing.
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my buddy beau brought me some treats!
body armor, mutha-b!tches.
big burly barbarian battle backpacks.
survival magic tactical explosions, neighbors.
real recognizes real,
and really real worthy warrior poets are no exception.
it's easy to forget what having peers is like.
damn, son, that sounds conceited, huh?
but it's kinda true, anyway.
what i mean is-
knowledgeable active participants who know about
actual factual tactile tactical worldly strategies for living
life in marvelous times.
on the real, my ninjas.
it's all really happening,
and i want to be perpetually ready for what IS,
and for whatever comes right afterwards.
in that sense,
having some like-minded homeboys to
bounce ideas off of is totally EXPERT.
fact.
you got a plan?
i'd love to hear it.
sharing is caring;
never quiet, never soft.....