the most surpise-attackish duder i know
celebrates his amillionety-second berfday today.
uh-huh.
the legendary guru of supreme intelligence,
the hardest-style 'garious get-right activist,
the meat-worshipping maestro of the marchigianos,
the one and only (thank heavens) Big Albert.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
my dad, mutha-F*ers.
happy flippin' berfday to him an' that.
another year older,
and deeper in debt, just like the song, y'all.
really real ninjas know what's up.
pearl harbor day kamikaze fatherly activation,
that's that eleventh-level paternal expertism jauns.
just remember, b!tches,
without him,
there'd be no me.
and we wouldn't want to miss out on that big action,
now would we?
the fruit doesn't fall far, friends,
unless it rolls downhill,
y'know,
the same direction the sh!t flows.
uh-huh.
this also means i'm precisely one month away
from another turn of the existential earth-orbits myself.
daaaaaaaamn, we got those old A* mutha-uckas up in here!
wisdom, y'heard.
age + information + experience.
we got they, at least.
mostly in my butthole i think.
c'mon,
wise-A*?
you like it.
***********
you like labels?
a duder i know referred to this blog style
as 'stream-of-consciencelessness'.
now,
i don't know about all of YOU,
but i'm 'bout it.
that's that What Is jauns,
in the freshest nutrients,
and loudest hardness.
truth tellers doo-doo that brutal sh!t.
*
i'm reppin' that slippery road trip ship today.
and the fastlane highroads are headed downeast,
to portland, maine,
to fully activate the operational holiday hottness.
it's not easy, neighbors,
but when is it ever?
shark-gluttony all by my lonesome?
mmm-hmmmm.
it doesn't always have to be a feeding frenzy, yo.
i mean,
it still will be,
but the option to go easy is there.
fortunately,
even when nobody is there to be disgusted,
i'm still holding it down for my peoples.
i got you,
we got they,
it's ALL really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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