let's all take a deep breath and sing a song.
you wanna know which song?
the happy birthday song.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
neighbors,
you had better sing it like you're drunk,
and it's karaoke night.
i'm telling you-
i want to hear it loud, fresh, and hard,
eardrum-piercing, head-splitting, axl rose-type
paradise city anthemic capacity-crowd style belting
out of the lyrics, in time, in tune,
and meter measured in hottness and decibels.
you minky mutha-uckers had better believe it:
it's the cucch's berfday.
uh-huh.
trip-deuce is in effect.
thirty-two years of being a good one,
in a row.
now,
you ninjas know i've got a choice crew of worthy peoples.
hand-selected for superior expertism and active participation,
equal parts gratitude and generosity, spirit and memory,
with a whole heaping hunk of just-be-dopeness
thrown in for good measure.
not everybody can hang out.
that's a fact.
i'm very discriminating about who gets
On The List.
and when i cross-reference and fact-check that List,
it turns out there's a name at the top.
word up.
i've got a bestest one.
it's the cucch.
he sure hates his berfday, y'all,
but i'm sure glad he's around,
so i love it that today is the day.
...........
hey!!
i've got an idea...
he's gonna work all day,
instead of taking twenty four hours for himself,
to celebrate life, liberty, and the pursuit of dreams and wonders,
because he's like that.
but don't y'all think he should get some treats
from the other other expert activators out there anyway?
i know that i think that.
...so,
let's all give him a call (even if you don't know him)
at his workplace environment,
and brighten up his afternoon like a party candle.
no.
for serious.
here's the number:
508.693.1137
doo-doo that celebratory fete and festive freaky-diki sh!t.
and make sure you sing, kids.
he's worth it.
***********
yeah.
speaking of worth.
check the teleport:
rebexpert is kind of winning.
sent, with love and sh!t like that,
to the woodsly goodness,
care of your main man in the mountains,
from martha's vineyard.
four little doses of dopeness.
a quadrangle of quality to improve the mood up here.
just what the prescription/inscription called for.
oh, yeah;
and check this fifth piece of business out, too:
friendship bracelet jauns?
we GOT they.
there were two taped up in it.
but i'm already wearing mine.
i do that.
*
ugh.
F* you, werewolf winter reminiscence.
huh?
i'm just sayin'-
i've not slept in two days.
and i'm freezing.
temperatures in the forties?
not cool.
cold, actually.
and i'm dressing appropriate to the calendar,
by which i mean short sleeves and flippy-floppies.
that's what's up.
frostbitten toes and shivering gooseflesh arms, really.
the frozen june moon has got it going on.
although i just have to feel it, since i can't see it.
the clouds have made the sky a consistently impenetrable sheet
of ash and smoke colored, streaming, steam-style expanding
expanses of cyclical evaporation and condensation.
magnetic pulls and tidal waves,
and tidal pulls and magnetic waves.
today marks thirty-two years
of best friendly earthbound existence.
today would've made ten straight years
of cooperative communicative union.
you can't win 'em all, y'all.
i am grateful for the notches in the victory column,
and i'm learning on a steep curveless incline from the losses;
never quiet, never soft.....7x15
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