i love you.

happy valentine's day.

i heart you minky, mincey, mealy
meat-mouthed mutha-'uckers.
it's true.
lacy hearts and fancy chocolates
and dozens of thorny red flowers,
that's what's supposed to get poppin'
on this delightful day dedicated to the
undying hot fires of enflamed romantic love.
you could say i'm on a voyage of discovery, neighbors.
i mean,
it's blog post 1492, after all.
i may be onto some whole new/
brave new/
it's a small world-type jauns.
word up, duders-
so many levels of travel and exploration,
to places that already exist,
and levels of realness that heretofore did not.
we're transcending space and time, my ninjas,
and with nary a sparkle-magic minute
of true romance to speak of in the forseeable future.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, man!!
hard-styles are what awaits a vacation dad.
fact.
dumb-dumb heads will tell you otherwise,
but they are lying.
check it:
it's all about the children.
what?!
how many times in the last month has some A*-hole
tried to ply that ploy on my face?
too many.
and i'm just not buying it, y'all.
on the ones,
i'm just too narcissistic to accept that it's not
at least a little bit about the grown-ups
who make it all possible.
y'know?
if it's all about the children,
then why are the adults the ones getting plundered
for pictures and payments and packing and everything else?
just sayin',
you know what's really for the children?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
wu-TANG is for the children.
that old dirty killa bee, russell jones told me so.
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be mine.
now that's a sentiment, huh?
talk about possessive.
but that's how it goes.
be mine,
and mine alone,
to have and hold
and do with as i determine.
that's that lightning-striking viking plunder thunder
and that's how we get busy getting busy on valentine's day.
yeah!!
berserker barbarians do feel emotions, after all-
as chest-pit pit fights for your favor and flavor.
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we're off.
on our way to the bitter,
en route to the sweet.
some of it is offspring related,
some of it is spousal,
all of it is really happening.
spanning time,
clockwise,
by choosing the wrench.
happy day, duders;
never quiet, never soft.....