deflated windbags.

saying somethin' smart in a dumb voice.
that's my move.
it works, too.
i think it has something to do with aligning
the elements and the nutrients, duders.
i'm serious.
there's a method to presenting information,
in all of it's relevance,
relegated to really-realness,
as a delayed-reaction ticking timebomb
of awful analogies and apothetic theoreticals.
huh?
i'm sayin', mutha-uckas:
y'know what nobody likes?
a condescending know-it-all with
perfect grammar and diction.
F* that noise, son!
i've got gaytarded phonics and albie-isms
combined into chimarae of  caustic colloquialisms.
you doo-doo buttery duders all
doo-doo that freaky sh!t, too, yeah?
see?
it's a thing.
what it boils, roils, evaporates, distills, and recondenses into
is a way of presenting my own viewpoint
masked and masticated by a gold-toof grill of 'hoodsly
hee-hawing and jawing on them jauns.
*
words. words. words.
word up.
i like 'em, and i use 'em.
haaaaaaaaaaard.
competent communicating,
and convoluted  conversations.
it's been a real b!tchbag of a day, neighbors.
it started out lugubrious,
and proceeded to descend downward
into dolorous doo-dooey doldrums.
hard styles,
lightless days,
light action,
and worthy workday returns.
it's all happening,
even as i type.
***********
tomorrow,
i head deep into the sh!t-salad sandwich
of interstate 495.
yup.
it always costs something,
and not the least amount in toll-road collections,
but the rewards are usually greater than the sacrifice.
two viking valkyries of woodsly relocation are headed my way.
the beds are made,
the lanterns are hung,
and the good times are scheduled.
a road trip,
and then a full workday,
with the opportunity to extend itself well into the evening.
time is running away,
within and without,
with no way out;
never quiet, never soft.....