novembarbarian?

oh, what?
a four-hour appointment cancellation?!
BOO-YA!, all y'all A*-lords,
it's a surprise attack of the weak-sauce!
welcome back to work, b!tch-hole.
...good job, november,
you got me again.
yuuuuuuup, ninjas,
it's a hard-style thor's day thursday.
and it's flippin' windy, too.
that's compounded confounded craptardation.
it blows in some answers about war and change,
whilst simultaneously sucking all the balls.
y'heard, neighbors?
yes.
that's some sh!t.
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there's only a few hours of daylight these days,
so,
when the sun decides to take a sabbatical,
i'm a little bit put out by it.
all-day grey,
with blowing leaves and blown-out blowhards
oozing their waterbabyish sauce all up and over the place
makes for a loooooooong, dull, yawning, chasm
of that doo-doo buttery do-nothing doldrum jauns.
thank heavens for that extra cup of hot black tea.
that's right, kids.
i activated the barbarian break-beat heart beats,
and cut the cables to the brakes on my heartbreaks,
and motormouth manhandled my tour of duty
until it was time to break north.
we've got three kinds of candybeans,
four kinds of licorice treats,
fancy sodas,
authentic and imitation ghetto-A* oreos,
and a triple order of vegan marshmallows.
what are we on about?
how about some severe sugarshock aftershocks
to accentuate the fallout from yesterday's
infinitessimally felt earthquake action.
uh-huh.
apparently,
while i was getting nauseous from my
nicotiana tabacum sausagefest,
the tectonic tempo was shudder-stepping to
a different song than the mountains were singing.
that's a thing.
*
now.
it's nighttime,
and it's our time.
the world, it turns out,
IS a vampire,
but it isn't blood it's sucking.
no way.
wanna guess what it does suck though?
yep.
chocolate salty/schweddy/brass, whatever;
if you've got 'em,
keep 'em secret, keep 'em safe.
real talk, duders;
never quiet, never soft.....