the brrrr in febrrrruary

what's going on?
it's super sunny.
and holy flippin' cold.
witches' teats are practically boiling by comparison.
that's dang cold, y'all.
that's the big psyche out-
it looks nice,
but it feels awful.
...and it's windy.
son of a b!tch, but that extra bite of knife-edged
bitterness blasting into bones beneath bodies beneath
sweaters beneath coats is a real bummer.
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(this next part isn't for half-full folks)
y'know what happens before an unwarranted vacation?
work!
y'know why?
because disney world F*s you up the A*,
under the pretense of making memories.
and up until we head south to the sunny climes of
the wiener-shaped state of orange juiciness,
i'm grateful for the opportunity to generate revenue.
for serious.
hard work is it's own reward,
but hard styles?
for those, i need to get paid, son.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it's yet another day jammed full of rough action.
i'm telling you-
pain-in-the-doodiehole-type tattoo jauns are all that
there seems to be scheduled for my A* these days.
more soul-destroying, physically taxing, artistically ruinous
raging stormswept income-tax return spending fury
than you can empty a whole trailer park into, kids.
that's real.
now,
don't assume i can't extol the virtues of preying on 'people'
who can't see the sense in any investment in their own
continued well-being.
i mean,
free will is a hell of a thing.
and if doo-doo buttery waterbabies want to get
hard pounded into unemployability?
that's their own dang prerogative,
and i'm ON it, neighbors.
some people know about just being dope,
or alternately, failing the former,
F*ing right off into weak sauce obscurity.
but,
other other ninjas want to spend those remunerative
government movie checks like straight-up ninja-rich ballers
at the tattbomb factory getting 'hood-tarded and uglier.
we all know a grand doesn't come for free, right?
so i've got to get whilst the getting is at it's peak.
striking while the iron is hot, an' that.
the time is now,
it's all really happening,
and when it comes to sticking ninjas for their papers,
via corporeal cruelty and a healthy dose
of loud, fresh, hardness from the future??
yep.
i GOT that sh!t.
it's like a salmon spawning,
or a lemming mass-suicide,
or a massive mayfly melee.
y'know,
an annual mad-dash scramble to do
something sort of fun or whatever,
but that ultimately culminates in a
big stinking heap of rotten bodies.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
...holy crap!
i'm totally using that out loud today.
(EXPERTe)
sorry, y'all.
the legendary, imaginary, good idea counsellors aren't
working pro bono up here in the woodsly goodness,
y'heard?
word up.
it's what's happening.
really.
documented for your digestion, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....