ELEVEN!!

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
today's the eleventh.
fact.
that means we've got to get it poppin' like
it's the hottness from the future.
i'll be honest (i always am)
it's not gonna be easy.
at all.
but,
i've got a pair of fair ladies with me as backup,
and i've got a sense of fatalistic determinism
working in high gear to impose free will on the
secret universal plans of the spirits and memories
of the world at large an' that,
and it's ALL about to really happen.
i think it may all actually BE happening.
i think that's the whole point.
we're part of it,
and we're actively ;participating in it,
and no matter how wet, humid, close, dense,
dismal, dreary, and lugubrious the anti-salubrious juices
seeping like sh!tty b!tchsap sauce from the atmosphere gets,
we'll fear it not, and doo-doo all that
just-be-dopeness regardless.
we'll call a grand total of zero forfeitures due to rain.
y'heard?
we may get wet,
but we'll stay expert.
recognize.
we've got treats to power-up our bursts of berserker fury.
check the teleport,
and lick your mutha-'ucking lips, my ninjas:

F*ing right.
strawberry-powered chocolate-chip injected cupcakes,
that's right...
pulverized dried strawberries added as flour to the mix!
with pudding infused into the moist mix,
and chocolate fudge frosting,
with multiple kinds of that most excellent of finishing touches.
you know it, neighbors-
sprankles.
uh-huh.
i got naughty in the kitchen,
and got nice with those treats!
that's what's up.
baking up a big batch of big business for all my
super-duper sweet honey babies,
because i'm kind of like that.
the going's been molto tough,
but that just activates the savage stormswept
wrenchy nutrients,
and motivates real warrior poets
to get it together, get it going on, and going off,
and take it up a notch or two beyond what's reasonable.
that's because we don't want reasons, son,
we want results!
sure,
i slammed some bowls,
and shouted a cornucopia of swear words,
and even shook my head in disdain, disappointment,
and disgust....
...but then those cuppie cakes came out of the
hot box and everything got way better way quicker.
you coming to the tattzap shop to get one?
you'd better.
i made 'em for ALL my sweet honey babies.
that includes you, stoopidhead.
word up.
***********
long days and longer nights,
shopping until i drop,
getting resurrected, wrecked, and repeating it all
like a haunting, over and again,
restless and without refuge.
i refuse to lose, though, yo.
tired, weak, broken, ugly, busted, and brutalized-
it's all really happening,
but it's a better fate than death, y'all.
that sort of sh!t awaits us everywhere.
i'm grateful for each and every minute,
a full sixty sh!tty seconds of first place,
worst place, finish line failures.
awwwwwwwwww, man.
never give up, never give in;
never quiet, never soft.....