four more years...

...of still not giving a F*.
awwwwwwwwww, man.
duders,
it's another 'nother november morning here in the woodsly goodness.
the sun isn't out,
the air isn't warm,
the prospects of a bright and shining optimistic future evaporated
right along with the snowy frost at the lightening of the sunless skies.
dang. that's sh!tty.
we were keeping tabs on the tallied-up electoral collegiates,
but election night sure was a long one.
however,
that's only because the activation society was so busy getting busy.
busy doing what exactly?
oh, you know:

yuuuuuuuuup.
busy being dope!
c'mon.
don't be dumb.
austin and teddy came over to the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
a.k.a. the headquarters of the hottness,
and we did what we always do.
you know-
get rad, be rad, and stay rad.
wordimus prime-
that means loud, fresh, hardness, blacktivated 'hood jauns,
lexicon improvement studies,
and plenty of mutha-flippin' gunsmith business.
we took a bunch of beastmaster-blasters apart into itty-bitty pieces,
and then trumped all the king's horses and men by putting the back together
even better than they started out.
uh-huh.
we are not a cult.
we are not a gang.
we are a social club for participants in really real life-
we are the activation society,
and we keep it expert,
all the way to eleven, neighbors.
after the buckshot came banana coconut chocolate creme pie.
F*ing right, y'all. teleport:

buh-nay-nay-nu-nu, b!tches.
with triple toasted loco-coco and microplaned shavies of germanic-type cocoa,
and also a handful of little itty mini bitty baby choco-chips.
yeah,
i doo-doo get a little fancy-pantsed in the kitchen, kids.
(play to your strengths, miki-fikis)
chocolate is good for you.
probably.
america thinks so,
and now we've got four more years of it.
wu-TANG, ninjas;
never quiet, never soft.....