lowered ears.

it's too hot!
that's the triple-trouble, duders.
there's hottness,
and there's hot outsides,
plus the fiery furious furnace on the inside;
and all of a sudden,
i've got a non-stop shiny, italian greasepaint,
sweaty, blubbery sasquatch visage.
too much beard,
too often.
that's what june has let me know about so far.
get it off of my face!
(that's what she said)
duders,
i feel fresh, loud, and hard.
oh, be easy:

hard-styled hair-style,
c'mon.
that's that over-the-ears jauns.
of course, the big trim action means more face showing,
and nobody gets excited when i doo-doo that hot mess.
awwwwwww, man.
plus,
there's many shades of ripening.
y'know-
like when it turns all blanched and white like a cauliflower.
that's how you know it's good.
don't worry,
it started raining midway through the day,
and although it didn't cool down the temperatures all THAT much,
it did sort of doo-doo a number on our parade.
well,
maybe not a parade,
but on the berfday surprise for our newly returned cucchie.
oh, yes, neighbors.
what's better than a welcome home hammock?
yuuuuup:

a wet welcome back hammock.
awwwww, man...again.
you want good things?
upbeat positivity?
sunny dispositions?
not here, ninjas. we can't hang out with that.
you want really realness?
wetness washing a soggy shorn scalp an' that?
i GOT you.
that's word.
nothing screams out 'glad you're back where you belong'
like a soggy seat of braided polyester,
and a wet A*hole.
yeah.
right where you belong.
*
there's hair clippings in my pants.
not just there, either.
in my ears,
on my sweaty bits,
really,
it's a bad scene duders,
but real-life documentarianism knows no limits.
it's ALL really happening.
every sullen, sodden second;
never quiet, never soft.....