we shall overcome...

...subzeroism.
it's too cold to dream,
it's too cold to march,
it's just too flippin' cold to give a sh!t about
anything other than hot fire and warm blankets.
that's what's a-poppin' up here, duders.
it's stupid cold.
..and i hate it a little teeny tiny bit.
who had the day off today?
nope.
not us, y'all.
do you really think MLKJ day gets represented on
up north in the big bad back woods, my ninjas?
uh-uh-
the culturally homogeneous whiteness
of these white mountains forbids
acknowledging the contributions
of any one individual if said individual
does not accurately represent the populace
of this most reddened necktarded state.
that's a thing, neighbors.
however,
the state did 'celebrate' civil rights day, instead.
live free or die,
but don't expect any big commendations
from these barely-capitulating hick mutha-uckers.
dang.
i sometimes forget about the hard style
that new hampshire gets busy with.
sometimes,
when it's all really happening,
it probably shouldn't be.
***********
so,
we've been attempting next-level
futuristic social interaction.
more specifically,
my expertly social wifey has been including me
in her forays out of the Fortress to
hang out and communicate with other 'nother ninjas
from beyond the battlements of my well-insulated
concentric circles of influence.
for real.
maybe you minky muthas don't believe it,
but i promise it's the whole truth.
people, yo.
different people.
with their own quaint and erroneous views
of the wider world at large.
open-minded optimists an' that.
i know.
slowly,
but surely,
i'm winning over hearts to the ways of hardness,
the excoriating amplification of loudness,
and the everflowing fount of freshness
that is the signature wavelength
of the worthy warrior poets' way.
stormswept savagery insinuates,
berserker barbarism pervades,
and soon,
that half-empty activation will spread it's
really realness to the far flung corners of
everywhere that's less dope than here.
which is to say: everywhere else.
you get together,
we get it together.
assimilate that eleventh-level expertism, duders.
we'll hag out under the auspices of the
single most important conditional provision:
just be dope,
or F* right off.
you know it;
never quiet, never soft.....