neuro, for your face!

stephen-dogg takes pictures.
that's a thing.
and,
computer cameras with digital brains
can assist his eyes with de-miserablizing
the outs of doors and the out-of-sorts subjects.
y'know?
i know.
i was there.
duders,
i would start getting excited were i you,
and i'd also be applying for a weapons permit,
where applicable.
real men play army with expensively expert toys, y'all.
recognize the really realness as you check the teleport:

that's the new hottness, comin' directly at your face
with untold quantities of loud, fresh hardness.

c'mon, duders.
the shambling corpses of the undead are proper F*ed.
in fact,
once ro-ro got out from behind the camera,
we were ALL proper F*ed by his extreme modeling skills.

lightning-striking viking posing, but not as poseurs.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we were dressed the same color as trees and rocks.
which was pretty expert.
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did you say somethin'?
rules is rules,
and laws is laws,
and nueva hampshire has got it going on
when it comes to living free, or dyin' tryin'.
huh?
packing the high-capacity high-intensity
heavy artillery for a droll stroll down the avenue.
it's true, it's legal, it's dooooooope.
open carry on the wide-open streets of madison, nh.
neighbors,
the neighbors were driving right by,
staring out their windows,
gawking through their rearviews,
and generally speeding up considerably as they recognized
the very really-realness of the warrior poetry
unfolding on the shoulder,
whilst we trekked our seasonally-appropriate
camouflaged A*s up and down the tarmac.
brrwahahaha. (that's a belly laugh, you hookers on phonics)
mutha-lickers in sedans gettin' all scared an' that.
howdy-doodie-A* ninjas an' sh!t.
das it!
zombie defense is a thankless job, i suppose,
but somebody needed to get rad on that big action.
stephen, tim, and albie rock, yo.
we're here for you.
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i've got to reciprocate some serious shout-outs.
happy berfday, to nick, the electric pick.
33 years old, today. in a row.
that's a triple eleven,
which is 3x the hottness.
if you haven't checked out his world-spanning,
prolific doodle explosions, and asian invasions,
well,
then you don't know what's up.
shiny pants, noodle bunnies, sharpie-markin' tattbombs.
all good things.
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tomorrow is the big day, my ninjas.
cake is getting baked in preparation.
candles, eleven in number, are awaiting a spark,
and the woodsly goodness is due to be enriched
by the power and light of my especially enjoyable
valykrie vixens with all the fixin's.
harvest and maple and autumny pre-hallowe'eny 'ness.
it's all really happening.
i am grateful for the opportunity to share what's up,
i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....