zero again.

skunked!
 a dirty bust-out no-show no good
sh!t-hot mess of a workday, duders.
nothing going on,
nothing at all.
what a suck salad smearface across the whole place.
hours and hours and hours of hanging about
getting to know my coworkers a little teeny tiny bit better.
we're trying.
that's real.
being a little more honest,
a lot more open,
and even attempting some understanding
of the critical conditions by which we activate
all of our respective nutrients.
uh-huh.
after another other 'nother whole day of zeroism,
i can tell you that nobody's happy around these parts.
the woodsly goodness may be taking something out on us.
a secret universal signal from the omnipresent planagram.
maybe making moves is on the menu.
maybe a push towards productivity in a different place.
maybe, maybe not.
what is definitely a decidedly true story
is that even sunshine and sparkle magic
can't cover up the hard styles of a broke-A* busted
and disgusted group of warrior poets with writer's block
and wrenched guts of artistic absence.
awwwwwwwwwww, man.
neighbors,
sometimes,
nothings really happening even when it all always is.
i don't get it either.
i'd love to report more,
but that's all there is.
*
well,
that and the curry flavored carnage i've inflicted
on my internal pipeworks and boilers.
yeah.
i can actually feel something that has broken off
deep within my chest cavity rolling around all loose,
slowly dissolving in it's own brutal sauce.
you know it-
indian food feasts once a week are good for you
....kinda.
weird peas and 'tatoes and soft, wet blops
of pure spicy fury and dietary destruction.
sometimes,
you've got to bring the thunder,
other times you've got to ride the lightning,
and once in a great while,
we've all got to take a turn at destroying ourselves,
one forkful of flavor at a time.
stormswept savage berserker after dinner action, y'all.
my face hurts only half as much as everything else;
never quiet, never soft.....