the fog.

thick and soupy,
impenetrable,
dense, opaque, and dangerous.
duders,
there's a fog as solid as can be
sitting right on top of us.
i kind of like it, too.
everything that appears does so
as if it's making a bold debut.
emerging visuals like surprise party
solidification from the vapors an' sh!t.
it's pretty dope...
but not as dope as sitting in traffic,
all mutha-b!tch-lickin' day long.
i did that.
homeward bound babies from the realm
of the weakest sauce slowly seeping
down to their diapery demesnes,
and that fog from before?
yuuuuuup.
it saw fit to cause multiple molto minivan pile-ups,
which in turn made even more traffic.
in one of 'em,
eight cars were mangled in a molten metal mass,
but i didn't see any blood or anything, neighbors.
y'know?
if i'm standing still for 45 minutes,
i demand fatalities!
oh well.
the road and it's tempermental elements
sought to stir up some logistical nightmares
for my face, for my plans, and for my well being,
and yet here i am, again.
returned to the worthy woodsly goodness,
but without my perfect pair of progeny.
awwwwwwwwwww, man.
my stormswept savage sorcerous scions
have been returned.
that's probably the lamest part of spanning a whole
entire day behind the wheel of a vehicle:
driving away from my two most favoritest
small peoples in the whole entire everywhere.
the hardest styles, guys.
that's what's rockin' in the Fortress right now.
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harvest and maple are back home,
and so am i.
distance, y'all.
i can't hang out;
never quiet, never soft.....