so good.

jesus,
it's a good friday.
so, duders,
how's it feel to be absolved of all your sins?
i'll bet it's pretty dang sweet.
c'mon, neighbors!
today is the day.
it's friday.
it's good.
it's happening.
two-thousand and twelve years' worth
of magic in the making,
and yet i'm almost positive there's no real treats
in store for me this nor'easterly easter season.
awwwwwwwww.
no baskets of chocolate,
no cellophane grass,
no nothin'.
except,
i may hide some eggs somewhere, though.
just to activate the eagles' nutrients an' that.
we'll see.
then again,
i don't really know how i feel about painting eggs so much,
unless of course they're human eggs.
which i remember as being kinda tiny, and awfully wet.
ugh.
i'll need a specialty brush, i guess!
art supply shopping trip?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i suppose it IS a good friday.
*
okay,
i know it's a super-jesusy day for all the true believers,
but i'm interested in giving equal time to the opposing side-
therefore,
i'd like to show you guys a shot of my hawai'ian sunburn.
check the time travel teleport:

uh-huh.
i look like the flippin' devil.
(and that was on a sunday!)
checks and balances, kids.
i GOT they.
there may be passion in the christ,
but there's desire in the fire, my ninjas.
recognize.
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i'm a deep rich brown these days,
so much so that my pumpkin buttery eye color
looks like maple-syrup kissed honey on a big
hairy pile of cow sh!t.
uh-oh.
that's a thing.
you can't polish a turd, friends,
but you can bedazzle it, it would seem.
that's what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....