neighbors,
MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i'm reppin' some star wars day celebration
like a mighty sarlacc-sucking mutha-ucker.
really i'm much more like jabba, though, y'know.
a fat, gross, ugly gangster-A* duder,
acting like a hard-style monster,
but really getting slowly strangled to death
by a super hot chick.
awwwwww, man!
you like it, admit it.
okay.
...let's be real,
when the whomp-rats and the minocs settle down,
and the wookie fur sheds itself off my body,
i'm an unfortunately jar-jar kind of guy.
lanky, irritating, affectation-heavy, gimmicky,
and generally ruining the experience for everybody else.
c'mon.
meesa no thinky- i'ma wrong.
...as much as i'd like to imagine i'd be the sick sith slick one
force-choking b!tches and flicking lightning out of my fingers,
i'm just not lightsaber-wielding material.
not red, nor purple, or any otherwise jedi-appropriate hue.
space laser nutrients are more my speed-
maybe a han solo-type space pirate,
but probably more of a greedy greedo ninja,
before that shooting-first sack of sh!t, too.
wooooooooord.
***********
it's my last day at work for another 'nother week.
you'd almost think i was trying to hurt myself.
or save myself.
or both.
i'm also only working a half-day.
...if i'm even working at all.
those long shots and midi-chlorian windfalls
aren't interfering on my behalf, lately.
just sayin',
i've got a bad feeling about this.
huh?
in real life,
sebulba always wins;
that's no bantha poodoo.
and like a toydarian,
mind tricks don't work on me,
only money.
it's cold, wet, and rainy as heck here
in the white mountains' very own
woodsly goodness,
my very own dagobah,
complete with mirror-image dark side cave.
it's all really happening,
tomorrow, i jump to light speed,
and activate some maximum minneapolis.
get ready, daddy's house,
i'm coming over;
never quiet, never soft.....73
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