metaphoric metamorphosis.

prepare yourselves.
i've got a tall brick of densely packed
index-style cards under wraps,
and i'm not afraid to activate the collage collision
all-out upon their surfaces.
three-hundred gladiatorial flash cards
of loose leaf lightning striking despondent correspondency:

yeah.
they look a lot more impressive once
the hottness gets affixed,
and then expert activation occurs
once the proper postage stamp has been applied.
it's true.
luckily,
i've been cutting out itty-bitty bits of paper for days.
teleport inspection?
okay:

you DO like it.
right?
i'm overpreparing and underperforming,
but that's about to get flip mode in this b!tch, kids.
huh?
the big action is about to go off.
like fruit in hawaii, even.
...that's a thing.
how do barbarian battle-bards compose their sagas?
with glue and scissors, son.
recognize the hard style,
and await your competent communication in card format.
***********
neighbors,
i'm playing rock, paper, scissors.
get it?
oh, c'mon.
how's that for a friday night onset, long weekend outset?
that's a home-alone-livin' onslaught.
awwwwwwwwww.
in other parts of the world,
memorial day weekend gets poppin' tonight-
up here in the woodsly goodness,
that sort of thing has much more to do with spirit and memory
and the ghosts of every other other day,
and much less to associate it with cook-outs and grill parties,
or even yard sales for that matter.......
holiday weekends don't mean much to animals.
and since it's just my werewolfen wherewithal,
and olive the dog's battle-beastly b!tchbaggery,
i think we'll probably skip the real wood lumpy
charcoal barbecue action, and just get down to business.
which, of course, mostly involves reading and writing,
wrighting and wreaking, (or reeking, in her case)
and righting wrongdoings from the past,
whilst plunging headlong into the future.
holy crap, that's some sh!t-
it's all changing,
although nothing is all that different.
and it's all really happening,
even while it seems like i'm standing still.
early friday mornings,
late friday nights.
hard styles and dark skies;
never quiet, never soft.....