seven with one blow.

today blew by, ninjas.
i mean,
there was tattbombing well past closing time,
and there were lots and lots of duders
waiting around to get a slice of the very
on point, on target, on line all-the-way-live
albie rock show,
and that was in F*ing full effect today.
word up.
the solution to worry, woe, and weariness?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's right neighbors,
the answer, as it blows in on the wind,
is activating that eleventh-level expert warrior poetry.
louder, fresher, and harder, for longer than ever before.
the only time i took a breath,
was when i took somebody's breath away.
that's real.
seven tattoos,
several extra hours,
zero weak sauce,
and even fewer pictures to show for it.
that's not the point anymore.
it's only next-level futuristic competent communication
that interests the interested and interesting.
believe it.
we're all on it,
and it's all really happening.
corresponding?
we doo-doo that;
never quiet, never soft.....