six months.

uh-oh.
neighbors,
i'd love to be able to say i'm doing a 180;
turning this whole busted series of sequentially sh!tty
weak-sauced seasons right around.
y'know,
to be headed back on the attack,
towards those expert active participatory, worthy,
warrior-type eleventh-level happy togetherness times.
like, some new new hottness.
that'd be somethin', huh?
yep.
it sure would.
except,
it's 182.
don't blink, or you'll miss it.
...c'mon.
huh?
days, duders
26 weeks.
six months.
half a whole mutha-F*ing year.
in a row.
the same old bustedness.
awwwwww, man.
i've heard it said there will never be a classic again.
there is nothing new.
art destroys itself;
never quiet, never soft.....7x26