Saturday, December 10

fullest.

eclipse action?
i guess so.
it's the full hard swollen circle sh!t
that i'm more concerned with.
and temporary blackout conditions aren't
going to prevent the super-duper-natural
transformation sensation jauns that this
great big fat blazing beacon of blue light
brings about for all the barbarian battle-beasts.
yuuuuuuup.
b!tches,
the berserker fury is raging,
like a burst balloon filled with the four winds an' that.
yeah!
the conditions for hot and fiery fury are optimal-
outside,
it's so cold that the air feels sharp,
and inside,
it's so hot and dry that the air feels sharp.
duders,
it's an atmospheric razor's edge...
tooth and claw and breathing,
in and out,
and full-moon nutrients seeping into all
the day's doings and goings on.
uh-oh.
werewolfen activation bodes poorly for
all the waterbabies and b!tchsappy slap-happy
saucy weak ones out in the woodsly goodness.
that's a thing.
hard styles, and bleak predictions,
and a whole lot of fomenting discontent,
fermenting the blood of monsters,
and forming fomorian firmaments.
huh?
bright, blighted, angry skies,
and spirits of savage stormswept curdled causticity,
with a burly batch of brutal business in between.
that's what's up, y'all.
our full moon saturday over here in the mountainous north.
***********
neighbors,
that lycanthropic mischief is flowing along
the lifeline leylines of my palmistrical mystical
pannieman-caked right hand.
that's real.
i picked up my blue pencil,
and this ungentle-man-beast oozed out.
check the teleport:
a wolfman.
indeed.
you like that background?
hahaha.
c'mon.
moon AND clouds and a ground shadow?!
this lunar magnetism must be doing something
because that's waaay more non-foreground subject matter
than i'm normally comfortable with, kids.
i don't know.
but,
i'll bet he's smoking some pretty powerful pipe tobacco.
a barbarian blend of perique and latakia, my ninjas.
too heavy-duty for regular duders,
but just right in it's tight wrenchiness for a briar bowlful
of burning smoke ring spirits that go to eleven.
y'heard?
 *
the sun isn't out,
but it's still too bright to see the moon.
today looks to be chock full of expectation,
and possibly expectorants as well.
i spit up hot fire?
maybe;
never quiet, never soft.....

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