last days and long goodbyes.

awwwwwwwwww, man, duders.
another 'nother week has blown by us,
and now it's over again.
already.
...yeah.
that means road warrior poetry,
and tollbooth fares,
and farewells both fond and otherwise to all
the super-dope family togetherness
of these last seven activated and expert days.
that's a hard style,
but then again,
it always is.
so we're getting rad on one last night of
molto fresh adventures, adventure time,
and iced-type creaminess, in cones and cups, my ninjas.
we're on it,
and it's all really happening.
*
in other parts of the world,
they don't have clients that bring the thunder like mine.
it's not about the career-making turbo-fanciness,
and it's not about the movie checks.
neighbors,
it's about competent and capable communication.
that's a thing.
the best part of tattbombing my boys and girls
of the woodsly goodness and beyond is
chatting them up and increasing my understanding
of human nature and it's winning ways.
that leads to deeper and darker realms of universal truth,
and secret universal plans.
before you know it, y'all,
there are whole wide worlds of really realness
unfolding like battered blueprints in front of your face.
without those talks,
there'd be none of this.
that's real-
remember that the next time you think of the words
long-winded;
never quiet, never soft.....