ball out friday.

DAS IT!!!
ninjas,
it was an all-out ball out friday afternoon up here.
shootin' guns, going to dinner, drinking fancy coffees,
driving around, being fresh, getting frisky,
and in general participating like competent capable catalysts
of change and war and spirit and memory.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
just an extra-special display of gratitude and generosity by
the activation society.
and since the object of all of this is more-
more fun, more appreciation, more guns;
to celebrate and commemorate the cycle of circular logic,
circadian blast-beats, and rhythmless blues-balls,
and other semi-clever labels about time and place and situation,
i balled the F* out, b!tches.
check the teleport:

an actual law enforcement remington 12gauge semi-automatic
PO-lice model 11-87 shottie-boombalottie, neighbors.
for my face!
hell,
for everybody's faces.
what?
oh, yeah, it's used.
from a real life department of the filth, F*ers.
like,
maybe it helped apprehend, or better yet, ventilate, some tuned-up icepipe scumbags?!
i sure hope so.
....real talk.
but for really real, friends-
who knows how to blow out a butthole on a pumpkin at 100 yards
with a solid lead slug of smooth-bore cannonfire like a mutha-flippin' expert?
yeah.
i doo-doo that marky-marksmanship jauns, kids.
why?
because every of guns is dope.
reread that.
uh-huh.
i said it right.
all guns,
like each and every of guns, every of times, is dope.
especially the new hottness.
ball out friday 2012.
successfully activated.
i even did some tattoos somewhere in between all the big flippin' fun.
real ninjas do real things i guess.
i'm reppin' full days as we approach full moons,
and werewolfen fury and berserker gypsy cursing and all sorts
of clandestine cavorting and cantankerous cantilevering of
all the woodsly warrior spirit and minor-keyed disconcertina
concentration of concentric circles of Folk Life.
what i mean is,
it's all really happening,
and for the first time in a long time,
it isn't the worst thing that could've happened.
i'm closing in on the end of the end,
and the beginning of the new beginning looks pretty flippin' sexy.
i'm grateful for the hard styles and hard times, if you feel me.
without the bitter,
ball out week would've sucked balls.
nobody wants balls-out weak, y'know;
never quiet, never soft.....