long nights, hard times.

woodsly goodsly heroic success, b!tches!!
that's no joke.
we had a totally EXPERT party night,
all night, with our worthy warriors.
a full-blown funtime frenzy in the face
of the brutal, frigid, awful snowstorminess.
our active participants got involved,
and got it going all the way to eleven.
costumes, cupcakes, cranberry ginger ale,
all that sh!t,
for every single body's face,
as loud, hard, fresh,
and cast-iron woodstove hot fire spat
as it could possibly be.
wu-TANG! my ninjas.
we had mutha-uckas drive up in the blizzard
all the way from the stormswept seacoast.
that's sleepover party-type jauns, y'all.
we GOT they.
a little nor'easter isn't gonna put the weak sauce
douse on our dream date debut.
...fact.
active participation was the decree,
and all my peoples, and all their peoples,
kept it realer than real, y'all.
nearly everybody repped a costume.
-that's hallowe'en spirit-type jauns,
and that is also expert(e').
nobody showed up F*ed up,
nor openly wished there was booze
or other lame b!tch-holery.
-(Folk Life ninjas know better than that.)
almost everyone interacted with aplomb,
although the unadept wallflowers opted to abstain.
tooth decay, hyperglycemia, and bellyaches
were promoted, nay, encouraged all night long.
i mean, c'mon,
there was a whole mutha-forkin' table jammed up
with futuristic next-level optimal treeeeeeeeeeeeeeats!
from goobieblops to apple turnovers to cuppycakes,
we had the display activated, and the nutrients infused.
add in a drifting dose of shed feathers
from a couple of costumes,
and you could almost imagine the eagles' eggs
we didn't use in the fluffy stuffing of our vegan dopeness.
duders,
some of you missed out.
it's okay.
i'm not silently judging you....
i'm openly declaring that you lost out
on some seriously good times, good people, and good food.
however,
the success of our soiree,
and the social interaction we incurred,
leads me to believe you'll have another opportunity
to get involved soon enough....
don't F* up twice, though, yo.
that's word.
**********
so we had a party.
and it was dope.
this morning, however, the party is clearly over-
and now THIS is happening-
teleportational weather vortex activation?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup:

awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
that's a burning bush, and a freezing snowheap.
nature cancels itself out sometimes.
neighbors,
we got those heavy goopy inches,
and that inopportune ejaculation of craptarded moisture
is already giving way to melty messiness
and miles of mires of mud.
what do you know about autumn leaves
and mountainous mounds of snow, yo?
it's futuristic photo-op sh!t, for sure,
but that's too hard a style for october, kids.
and yet,
it's happening right now.
*
aaaaaaaaaand,
tonight is mischief/devil/hell night, too.
i expect all non-vegans to huck a few eggs
at all your least favorite folks' houses.
jack-moves, yolking on some waterbabies, y'heard?
and all the high-and-mighty haughty dietary elitists
had better at least soap some windows,
or shaving cream some door handles...
property damage is what's up.
i know you've got a spare roll of A*wipin' paper
and i know you can think of a tree or statue
that needs mummification.
get busy, my ninjas.
tonight's the night;
never quiet, never soft.....