uncle steven's clubhouse!

duders,
what's better than strange days
full of estranged entanglements?
you guessed it-
family togetherness,
only now with added in-laws!!!
boo-YA, my ninjas.
all my other other family is here.
here, in the white mountains valley.
here, in the woodsly goodness.
here, in F*ing full effect.
that's no joke.
for real, are you laughing?
well, stop it.
how often is a two hour dinner the
perfect pretext to a pretentious, portentous spanning
of a sorcerously weak saucy saturday night ...live?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
good call, y'all.
not once, not never, no way.
then again,
a whole cast of characters who happen
to make sure it all is really happening,
hampering the happenstance and circumstance
of warrior poetry in motion,
and grinding the process of epic meal time to
a stock-stone-standstill is something
that real life documentarians won't ever
pass up an opportunity to witness.
...fact.
it is what's going on.
***********
philosophical fury, kids.
that's how i decided to deliver the day's doings.
doo-doo buttery discourse on the nature of
giving a grand total of zero F*s in a row.
if you can't hang out, get out.
that's the way i'm liking that sh!t, neighbors.
i've got no time for fake ones, y'heard?
it's time to reiterate the raging stormswept berserker
barbarian battle-beastly hot fire phrase that fits
each and every situation across the nation:
just be dope,
or F* right off.
recognize the really realness,
absord the turbo hottness,
and get busy getting busy with that big business, b!tches.
zero F*s, y'all,
in every conceivable sense;
never quiet, never soft.....