1234

sequential, duders.
it's blog number 1234
in a row.
that's dedication.
that's stick-to-itiveness.
follow through, even.
if only even half of it was sentences of substance,
instead of series of alliterative awfulness,
and doo-doo buttery documentarianism.
still, neighbors, 1234 times in front of this keypad,
composing reall-real life accounts of
all that's happening....
and how are we celebrating?

yuuuup.
with horror, tragedy, drama, human suffering...
and at least one drunk kid.
okay.
none of that is true.
but those two girlie-girls did have to hang out
at the mecky, feckless tattoo studio today.
all flippin' day long,
after the ride up to the woodsly goodness
from weak-sauce waterbaby land.
so did i.
awwww, man.
hard-styles, traffic, rain, and uber-vacation tatblasting.
the serialized blog entry reward can't compete with that sh!t.
***********
anyway,
the whole family is home,
and in the house, at that.
one collective of comrades-in-arms,
representing Folk Life & Liberty.
we're here.
we wish you were too, my ninjas.
active participation can never have too many
active participants.
fact.
and since we tuned up a hot and tasty batch of
burly barbarian family dinner this evening,
we're getting EXPERT on some tofutti, for dessert.
it's fifty degrees outside,
dark, stormy, and damp as F*.
iced-style soybean-type jauns
are the only available cure for that.
it's all really happening.
the worthiest, y'all,
and the luckiest;
never quiet, never soft.....