a return to business as usual.

thanks go out to all my peoples-
i got a lot of phone calls yesterday.
and a couple well-wishing first-classy envelopes.
i opened the cards right away,
but i'll admit i let the phone ring.
to be fair, i was out of doors,
far and away from the Fortress,
surveying the realm and it's elements for much of the day.
me and my sh!tty four-legged companion
did a great many miles of mountainous meandering.
taking in the sights of the woodsly goodness in winter:
snow-capped, misty peaks on winding icy roads-
cruising along listening to miserable music,
like the raspy laments of tom waits,
and making each other nauseous with
festive festy fumigation from a few
big, black, tobacco-packing, stinky, stumpy cigars.
( i did say sights not smells, my ninjas)
touring through hours of reflection on the past,
as decoded through the sh!t-colored glasses
and honey-colored see-balls of the future.
did i see my horoscope?
nope.
not even the 'today's birthday' one.
bummer.
my wifey more tha made up for the lack
of fortune-telling stormswept gypsy predictions
with reservations for fancy b-day dinner at
 the inn at thorn hill.
for really real, duders,
it was some excellent everything.
and it was just the two of us,
being romantic and sh!t near the fireplace,
shoveling vegan dopeness down our necks,
and letting the luxury infuse us with all the nutrients.
i swear i could almost taste eagles' eggs.
so,
it was a day of drudgery and begrudgery
with hopes of a bit of buggery,
capped off with a casual fine dining experience.
huh?
oh, man...
was there cake?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
it's not a birthday if there's no cake-
of course there was cake:

a carroty bundted butthole-shaped cake, even!!
that's a deep depression dented in the center,
and jam-packed full with delicious creamy frosting.
prescient?
a worthy warrior poet never tells.....
oh, stop it.
-
anyway,
my ma-in-law, claudia baked me up a berfday cake,
and you can bet your sweet-cheeked bottom-biscuits
that i got EXPERT on a slice of it.
yeah.
real life documentarian depictions, you ask?
...sure.
first,
i huffed:

then,
i puffed:

and then,
i let the moonbeams brutalize my brain.
neighbors,
january's full moon is called the old moon.
awwwwwww, man.
how did they know?
it's no-sleep no-joke werewolf time, my ninjas.
i've got a full flippin' day of tattblasting.
that's what happens when you opt
to take time for yourself on credit.
the interest rate is steep.
so,
i'm paying for yesterday with a doo-doo buttery
overdose of zips and zaps and crap today.
everything costs something,
and i'll be sure to use the massed movie checks
for something special in february.
february?
yeah.
my non-consumptive material fast is still underway.
day eight, already, and i don't get the shakes anymore
when i see a 'buy-it-now' or 'add to cart' icon
as i browse the robotronic gridiron.
it was one heck of a first week of january, y'all.
that there will be more of all this,
you may rely upon,
and more's the pity,
for the quality will not improve,
only the amount;
never quiet, never soft.....