a grind date...

you know it my ninjas.
i'm on my grind.
uh-huh.
expert pepper-grinder activation, y'all!
victorian bronze gear works,
fancy-pantsy cranks, springs, and slots,
all seated and screwed on top of
some kind of indigenous hippie heartwood
from the wowie-zowie vibe-heavy hills
of magma-heated maui.
it's like the best and the worst parts mixed together
to make something better looking than either.
yeah.
utilitarian dopeness, for my dinner, via my face!!
my peoples know about what's up...
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oh, man!
y'ever do nothing so hard that before you get around to
remembering what you're supposed to be doing,
it's already tomorrow?
yeah...
that just happened.
our buddy eric came over for dinner,
and for an unscheduled debate regarding the merits
of optimism versus pragmatism,
and the next time i looked at the clock,
it was today instead of yesterday.
i don't think i swayed anyone round to my
way of perceiving things,
but then again,
that logic loop is a little bit infectious.
maybe the hard-hearted furnaces will
fire up a few new hottnesses,
tempered by the full moon aftermath.
gibbuosity, neighbors,
will hopefull aid the process.
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long nights,
hard times,
and new floors, kids.
that's whats up.
our very valuably useless nothing room
has almost become something.
we've got natural oak planks to walk,
and the floor is so cold,
all the timbers are shivering.
wasted wednesdays,
and mid-januarian doldroms, duders-
thunder needs bringing and i think
that this snowstorming thursday is the cure for
what ails us;
never quiet, never soft.....