flag day.

flaggotry!
is that real?
i don't know, that's for certain.
i certainly do not have the answer.
the unknown is my least/most favorite.
secret universal-type business is rad,
but the anticipation is perpetually killing me.
flags?
it's flag day.
what's that saying?:
those who enjoy waving flags
don't deserve to have one....
c'mon.
that's mean.
but that old school betsy ross jauns?

that's dopeness, duders.
somethin' about that spirit of liberty neighbors,
makes me want a velcro miniature version
in tan and brown.
bombs burstin' or some sh!t.
know what else is the dopness?
check the hot fire cannonball blasterizers:

the best of both worlds.
undead re-dead hot fire prototypes?
sort of.
you want one just like 'em?
we can SO make that happen.
zombie defense season is in full swing.
and shotgun obsession has taken hold
of at least 75% of the ZERO team.
which is great news,
but only if you want to spend hours at the gun shop,
picking, and choosing, and flippin' the F* out
over steel, and aluminum, and space-age polymers,
and all the minutae of the lead-launching operating systems,
and all of that hard-style poundable noise, my ninjas.
we GOT they!
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so,
shotguns are happening.
and flags are waving.
although i may not deserve one.
let's not forget that big fun was on the menu,
before that other stuff took over.
yeah.
the rainy misery of the weather sort of backfired on us.
it's just no good trying to have large amounts of enjoyment
under a maelstrom sky of silverless/ unlined clouds.
the joke's on us.
just for all y'all to appreciate.
what's the weather for manana?
more of this.
that's all there ever is;
never quiet, never soft.....