while the late-night duders are busy,
dodging bats and getting rad without being seen,
just doo-dooing what they do, an' that,
some showboats are looking california,
whilst feelin' minnesota.
uh-huh.
check the teleport:
i thought moths were supposed to be all ninja.
so why doesn't this mutha-ucka look like bark, b!tches?
i'm sayin'.
getting all mutant weirdie during the daytime?
yuuuuup.
it's like a hairy shrimp with hornet wings.
i swear sometimes nature wins
just on the basis of spite and malice towards my tenets.
i mean,
i say moths are the worthiest ones,
and nature hits me off one of these mutha-uckas-
flashy F*tard fliers, sippin' nectar like a thirsty monster.
that's hard style refutation, my ninjas.
dang.
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the gardens are abuzz with the pollinating doings
of all the usual daytime do-gooders.
these guys i expect to broadside my buds.
pretty flowers, happy bugs.
we GOT they, neighbors.
that's real.
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remember being a kid?
gettin' gnarly outside,
playing hard,
being tough,
having fun,
and all that noise?
well,
somehow,
my kids have missed out on the essentials
necessary to become a Folk Life & Liberty Fusilier.
i mean it, y'all.
i had to supervise some quality warrior poetry.
ball bearing battle-blaster ballistic training?
you know this:
new hampshire, suckas.
we get rad all day up here.
the whole family got in on some target practice,
shooting cans, and slices of paper with pictures on 'em,
dodging ricochets,
and keeping score.
future freedom fighters in training.
that's that each-one-teach-one-type jauns.
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you'd better believe we're gettin' mothly,
all month long,
right here in the woodsly goodness.
you wanna shoot your eye out, kid?
then come on up,
you're more than welcome;
never quiet, never soft.....
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