the other side of thirteen.

duders,
it's a seriously confusing day.
sunshowers abound,
with a complete dearth of rainbows.
so much for making wishes and pursuing pots of gold
from horizon to horizon on the bright side of the sky.
so there's that.
it's also a day for thirteening some sh!t.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
check the teleport, and commence with your envy:

c'mon!
holly johnson knows what's poppin'.
after what seemed like an eternity,
the goods have been delivered.
yeah, neighbors.
stoneware for my kitchen,
sexy background flavorizing for all my expert vegan food.
you know you like it.
it's even got fancy double-tone doo-doo brown
japanesey shino glaze on it.
whatever that means.
did you count the plates and bowls?
that's it.
basically,
it goes to eleven,
thirteen times in a row.
oh, yeah.
that's a baker's dozen, y'heard?
or, also accurately,
that's a dozen more dishes, per piece,
than i'm likely to need at the moment.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
i'm on that dinner-for-one sh!t, son.
the exit strategy is in effect.
that means the bird has flown the nest.
you know it-
albie rock is flying solo
like a hermit holdout in the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
and without a start-stop date on the books,
that's the hardest style imaginable,
and i'm imagining it's for the forseeable future.
now remember, ninjas, that's where i'm from.
the future.
and after that?
what-what?
say-what-say what?
uh-huh.
anything could happen.
*
speaking of futuristic teleportational activation...
the cucch hit me up with an elite idea.
garlic powder and onion powder are how we
doo-doo our seasoning situations, y'know?
but who gives a sh!t about shaking two containers
in a row just to get fresh on some edibles?
A*-holes, that's who.
the solution?

woooooooooord.
GPOP, mutha-uckers!!
two-in-one.
that's teamwork, F*er.
so obvious,
i can't believe the need wasn't filled before now.
yet here we are, y'all.
we've got it,
we've got it going on,
and when i say we,
i mean you and i,
not me and them.
don't hate on that expertism.
***********
the woodsly weekend is ending,
the warrior poetry is just beginning.
it's all really happening,
and it look like there's plenty more
of even less from here on out;
never quiet, never soft.....( )