every gun, every time.

shooting club member?
you know i am.
i especially like the stern-faced inspectors
who light up like little kids when they see me.
no,
for real.
they start out wanting to see my membership card,
but i don't ever need to prove i'm me, y'all.
i mean,
who else brings ALL the guns?
who else holds a pistol up,
and is halfway to the target before pulling any triggers
simply because his arms are extendable appendages?
who else hollers like the only 'hood ninja at every single
bull's-eyed bullethole that gets blasted?
on the ones,
how can somebody confuse that with anything else?
bad eyesight must be the culprit.
that,
or poor judgement in regards to processing available information.
sure,
from a distance i may look like a very hairy
famine-spirit embodying all aspects of starvation,
but take just a couple steps closer?
yup.
you can't help but see it:

staggering tsunamis of swagger.
c'mon.
no,
that's not a bootlegger from prohibition, b!tches.
i'm a worthy warrior wookie in a tight shirt, -
with limbs lanky and big swinging balls all clanky
and hot fire spit simultaneously smart, sweet, sour, and skanky.
i doo-doo that multi-caliber active participation, neighbors.
i've got a good group of shooting buddies.
it makes the whole thing way more awesome.
-
i shot my friend ben's 20gauge shotgun.
laying down a line of heavy lead slugs,
single-action single-file style.
was it dope?
don't be dumb, duders.
instead,
check the teleport, and see how much i liked it:

haha.
i get pretty mutha-flippin' psyched
about how totally expert shooting guns is;
and then we all shoot guns,
and talk about guns,
and hold guns,
and load guns,
and shoot so many guns,
so much, and so hard.
yeah!
***********
what do you kids know about form over function?
no.
uh-uh.
i'm talking about making sure you're wearing dope socks.
for real.
if you don't look fresh, you aren't fresh.
kind of like vegetables at the market an' that.
my sh!t is crisp, son.
recognize:

AK-47 revolutionary jauns.
with skull and bones hosiery, mutha-F*er!!
...aaaand what?!
*
getting busy,
building bridges over self-wrought gaps.
i don't get it either,
but it's all really happening.
taking time from one place,
and investing it in others.
there's never enough,
but somehow,
there's always more;
never quiet, never soft.....