filing those extensions.

oh stop it, neighbors.
today is normally tax day here on the
north american mainland, but,
it's also sunday,
so there's a temporary reprieve
for all us selflessly self-employed selfish sheltered suckers.
huh?
we get a little minute more.
now,
i know all the ninjas getting loot back
filed those happy-returns jauns months ago.
however,
the warriors and poets of perpetual income generation
in the manner of artistry and activation almost always
end up having to cough up a couple of their near and dear
movie checks in full effect to their dubiously related uncle.
just sayin', our white haired and top-hatted uncles am i am
has never ever been to vegan thanksgiving at MY house.
i guess i'm paying him off to stay home.
it doesn't matter, muthas.
today is the day.
the big fun road trip roundhouse round trip to
the weak sauce of westford, masscrackachussetts.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
harvest and maple and spring and vacation are all
about to occupy the same space at the same time.
we're on that turbo-hottness-infused coexistent concentric
overlapping of all the best parts in all the best places.
that's a lot to make happen, and it's ALL really happening.
i'm running down in the morning,
and bring my sweet baby b!tches back to the realm of
pure participation and active being and vice versa.
regrettably,
those lovely little bluebirds have to hang out with us at the
tattbomb studio until dinnertime.
awwwwwwwwwww.
nothing takes a filthy crap on vacation like starting it two days late
driving for a ton of hours,
and topping it off with a sh!t-salad sandwich
of skin and ink and swear words.
real talk.
we've got family togetherness on the schedule for the rest
of the week and for our time away from work, especially.
the rest of the wreaking and wringing is on hold.
there's plenty of time for everlasting anxiety and all that noise,
but right now, duders?
yeah.
it's adventure time.
i'm on my way down,
and i'm destined to be back again by lunch,
with the bestest two beauties my body could've contributed
to the spirits and memories of what's really going on.
wordimus prime;
never quiet, never soft.....