weekending.

moon day, mutha-lickers.
it's another 'nother monday again.
hallowe'en-type costume shopping,
idle tattbomb nutrient-absorbing,
weekend waiting scalding skaldic activity.
seriously, kids, it's my end of the week.
and i am totally prepared for some
hard-style workless worthiness.
i've got a kickass ZERO HEAVY rifle here
that needs firing, making some skull-poppin'
head-high holes in some sexy zombie targets
that are currently far too intact for my liking.
that's how duders get rad on a tuesday, neighbors.
that's a thing.
my eldest daughter is having a berfday at the end of the week,
and so both my sweet little honeyed lambs
are headed up here for the actual weekend.
the woodsly goodness for the big one-one?
yuuuup.
eleven, my ninjas.
i'm soon to have an eleven year-old.
where the heck did my youth go?
jeez, y'all, time gets spanned at lightning velocities,
and the toll of those compiled seconds and minutes
make mountains that show no sign of lightening.
big kids an' sh!t, yo.
there will be cake.
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i spent the last week consuming voraciously.
words and pictures were my exclusive diet.
i've now got a whole new extra stack of paperbacks,
hard-style hardcovers, and graphic novels
all combed-over in a fine-toothed manner,
from front to back, absorbed, digested, devoured,
and done, duders.
activated expertism towards all written and printed material
is essential participation for all story-tellers
and worthy world-dwellers who know how to get busy.
there's no such thing as too much reading,
as long as there's an equal amount of living.
balance, in this equation, is mandatory.
too much of one or the other,
and you may very well be an A*-hole.
experience and information, friends,
coupled with objective interpretation.
y'know,
wisdom.
it's here, and so am i.
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for all my tried-and-true hardline lifers out there:
xhappy edge dayx!!
that's a real thing.
drug free hottness gets a day in the sun.
varsity lettering, crew cuts, moshing, the works.
self-confident/righteous duders know what time it is-
time to stay molto posi, role model posturing an' that.
and if you're not nailed to the X,
you'd better at least get hammered to XI.
oh, c'mon.
real life keeps producing more of itself,
and documenters keep on documenting it.
there is a life just dying to be lived right here.
get it?
i'm on it, don't you worry about that;
never quiet, never soft.....