hibernation.

how many hours of sleep is too many?
i'm just sort of wondering,
because i want to dominate the limit.
half a day?
more?
i'm ready, y'all.
hibernation, in full flipping effect.
getting all up on that hypersleep.
y'heard of that?
i'm almost entirely certain that's a thing, duders.
y'know,
like in deep space;
hard-style sci-fi superheroic semicomatose sh!t.
from right now until december.
this november crap is taking waaaay to long
to run it's course,
and i, for one, am fairly well sick of it.
the countdown to pilgrims in buckle-fastened shoes,
and piles of A*-packed sexy dead bird corpses,
and more raking,
and less light,
and longer nights,
and suckier days?
neighbors,
i'm kind of all set with that noise.
for really real.
don't get me wrong, kids-
i'll endure it, and overcome it,
and wallow in the worst of the weak-sauce
in the in-betweens and meantimes, for sure.
that's the warriors' way, after all.
it's just up to us to turn the barbarian jauns up
to eleven.
word up:
berserkers don't care about being bummed out.
they care about axe.
and chop.
and face.
end of list.
if nothing else,
i'm well rested,
so there's not much in the way of excuses
for not bringing the mutha-b!tchin' thunder
down on all the unsuspecting sauce-lickers
trying to rep on november as worthy in any way.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
a tippy-tappy typed pep talk,
for my very own face, F*ers.
it's the weekend.
there's that.
it's time to trek down to the green elephant,
and stuff my stupid mouth full of vegan overachievements.
there's that, too.
what's up, november?
you can't hang out with this newly activated expertism.
you won't be dope,
but you also won't F* right off?
unacceptable, son.
i'm gonna occupy november, then.
like a righteous 5%er.
that's that pure wu-TANG sh!t.
decreed, duders;
never quiet, never soft.....