choosing.

what kind of day are we gonna have?

you know it:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.

when has it ever been an option to choose otherwise?

just sayin'.

and neighbors,

do you see that 18?

i can only presume it represents my street address.

i mean,

the wrenchiest wrecking and the tyrannically titanic,

tetanus-tinged time-lapse temerity and tee-totaled temperance

all occur in synch, temporally speaking.

clockwise counterintuitive time travel loosens 

the moorings on the flooring, 

whilst battening down the fattening hatches in batches

of b!tchbag burglarized time banditry,

burgling and bugling and bulging all the biggest and baddest

bits of the battlements and balustrades of

the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.

which happens to spearhead that woodsly goodness

at 18 pierce road, ninjas.

(that was definitely the long way to a short story)

hard styles, 

all the way to eleven.

well and truly, all the time.

***********

today is the day!

my littlest sister is having a berfday.

right now, even.

let's all hope it's a happy one.

y'know what i mean?

like,

with cake and candles and sh!t.

i'm all about that sort of thing.

hell,

i may even bake up a bundt for myself,

just so i can celebrate with solidarity in absentia.

i doo-doo that sort of oven-lovin' appreciation.

plus,

then i get cake.

...expert.

*

vacation sumertime is done.

way donezo, even.

no matter when the equinox is slated to activate,

that back-to-school foolery,

and back-to-the-grind foolishness,

and all the in-between lean times and long stretches

of unrestful disuse and declaratory drudgery

are ALL in F*ing full effect.

so,

that noted and payed it's due and propers,

just what am i gonna do on this lonely, lazy, rainy tuesday,

in this semi-abandoned soggy mountain vale?

i'm gonna choose the wrench.

c'mon.

don't be dumb;

never quiet, never soft.....7x28