moustache rides?

oh, MAN!
when you've got time to write about your day,
right smack dab in the middle of while it's
all really happening might just mean
that it's not exactly an event-filled explosion of
busy business and magic move-making activation.
ummmm,
i'm not sure nothing is going to happen,
but as of this moment?
lame cake.
it's F*ing windy, too.
you ninjas all know that's my favorite elemental
expression of ma nature's infinite b!tchbaggery.
and as i still haven't polymorphed into a pinwheel,
i've got to be honest-
wind sucks all the balls that have ever hung out.
that's real.
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there have been masses of the masses holding
black masses and moving as slow as molasses
milling and mucking about here in the mountains.
i can't figure it out, y'all.
stump creatures and swamp hogs and sad sacks of sh!t
must need extra attention this weekend.
great.
i was hoping to absorb some environmental ooze
exuding off the semi-conscious incogent craptards
who're taking up all the available space
in my immediate area.
*
blade runner?!
yuuuuuup.
that's how you cap off a freaky-diki friday,
for sure, kids.
replicant retirement.
that's all there is;
never quiet, never soft.....