abandon ship.

oh MAN!!!
all is lost,
and i might be too.
there's not a compass on earth that can magnetize the magic
and give us aimless warriors what we need.
what do we need?
we need some direction...
or at least one other extra direction besides downwards.
ouch.
long days and longer nights
and the hardest styles of pounding i've ever had the pleasure
of feeling pummel the pucker of my downstairs businessplace.
huh?
c'mon.
you know.
january is fading fast,
and as far as new beginnings go,
this one gets in the record books for
doo-doo butteriest of the new millenium.
i'd really like to petition somebody for a do-over.
word up.
the year of the dragon is sh!t-hot spitting
some kind of immolating immodium-eating
hard-hearted 'rrhea on the woodsly goodness,
and i'm NOT referring to the weather, neighbors.
and as much as i enjoy creating new and interesting ways
to mysteriously allude to the catastrophic cornholing
that constitutes our financial and emotional states of being,
i'd just as soon have something good to write at your faces.
.........
.........
.........
or not.
okay, then,
moving right along,
do you duders like pillows?
we do.
and knowing that about us,
our buddy amanda made some treats
to accentuate the Folk Lifey flavor of our Fortress.
for real, check the teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
and by the way,
they're dwelling in the newly completed
something room.
yeah.
it is pretty nice.
i'll miss it when the bottom as likely as not
falls right out of our whole entire situation. 
what?!
without the bitter, the sweet's not as sweet, kids.
and those pillow owls are pretty flippin' sweet.
.....
real life documentation, y'all.
it only knows about what's really happening.
and it all is.
the future is a sunken ship, b!tches;
never quiet, never soft.....