Wednesday, February 8

gentleman acorn.

uh-huh.
duders,
i love it when my man vido comes to visit.
he means business,
as in- he's here for business.
like, it's business time all the time.
he scoopled up one of my favorite original paintings
and a couple other other o.g. artworks from
the capable collection of my wifey.
that's right.
baller-A* doodie twankle art collector jauns, y'all.
they do it molto big in texas i guess.
and then,
after an afternoon together doo-dooing some
woodsly lunch and sh!t,
that crazy ninja got back on the table
for some more hard pounding.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
the object is always more, innit?
you betcha.
he wanted some raw and real Folk Life imagery,
and we activated that hottness as hard as we could.
check out this teleported big action:
a pipe smoking acorn?
yeah!
c'mon, neighbors.
that's what's up.
the duders abide,
the woodsly goodness provides,
the warrior poets reside,
the eleventh level never subsides;
never quiet, never soft.....

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