when it falls on a saturday,
during a school vacation week?
for serious, kids,
we got pooped on by ma nature,
bird style.
that's where it's mostly wet and white
and shoots down from the secret universal butthole
and squit-squat splats on every single thing.
check the breakfast table teleport:
i'll ask y'all again-
is it a snow day?
i mean,
could anything still really happen?
i'm wondering, neighbors,
because i think a little randomized magic
might be pretty expert today.
just sayin', duders,
some unpredictable roulette-type participatory
hard-style activation jauns may be just what
this sh!t-salad saturday needs to go to eleven.
word up.
it's beautiful and sh!t, for sure,
when the whole dang place is coated in pure,
freshly driven winter seasoning,
but it's not exactly gonna get invited to
any make-out parties i'm throwing, y'heard?
boots and shovels and and manual labor,
segueing into tattbombing and B.H.M.ing
deep into the dark-end of the afternoon.
no frenching on that noise, my ninjas.
i'm putting all my energy into that chaos-theory
snow day kaleidoscopic lottery long shot sh!t,
and getting busy getting busy,
loudly, with fresh hardness for all the F*ing faces.
that's a thing,
and that's what's up.
***********
who said that the woodsly goodness could use
some more linoleum-block rockin' prints?
was it you?
well,
i agree,
and i'm getting all the ingredients ready again,
for more slivery scooples of corky refuse,
and even more inky blots of hottness.
we're back in the north,
and Folk Life & Liberty is still in full effect.
huh?
arthur-making moves again?
i guess anything can happen on a snow day;
never quiet, never soft.....
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