12-12.

double up on that 12 gauge goodness, guys.
what?
the date, duders.
it's a good one.
...for a monday.
i'm staggering around,
stunned, stunted, and bummed out
by the aftermath of the full moon.
i mean,
it was barely any less bright last night, neighbors.
and i got barely any more sleep.
nighttime is the right time to enjoy that wolfen sh!t,
but the veritable virtues of werewolfen wide-awakefulness
are few and meager compared to the victorious
vitality, vim, and elan of a well-rested warrior poet.
i'm serious.
a sleepy wolfman is a far-less berserk wolfman.
heavy lids and sluggish feet make for a hardly hard-style situation.
awwwwwwww, man!
hardily, heartily howling for a double dose of dopeness?
i feel like the sandman put silvered sleepy-seeds in my eyes
or some sh!t, mutha-uckas.
that's a hot pile of weak sauce for my face.
aaaaaaaand,
it's flippin' freezing like the arctic an' that.
yeah.
and the construction-created cavity in my house
is leaking heat like a suppurating wound.
ouch.
that's gross,
but so is 12 x 12,
and that's today, innit?
fitting?
uh-huh.
oooohhhh!
c'mon.
you like it.
*
it's the woodsly goodsly weekend again already.
one last day of dominating some 'splosive tatt-a-rrhea,
and a couple of sun-ups and sun-down showdowns
all to ourselves.
it's darker than dark,
even earlier than ever,
and time is running out, kids.
XI-mas is creepin' up,
connecticut is callin' us,
(taunting and jeering, really)
and all the rest of it is heaped on extra heavy.
it's all still happening...really;
never quiet, never soft.....