it's not that easy.

i'm supposed to be making stuff?
how about 1800 mother-F*ing blogs, y'all.
das it!
as for other makings?
no pressure,
just imperative directives from my duders:

awwwww.
it's not like i just bust it out at a moment's notice, ninjas.
unless it's to outdo and overmatch the other people around me.
so i suppose it's just too dang bad i'm always all by myself.
getting makey isn't a cathartic art expulsion of inner demons for me.
it's more of an exultant explosion of expertism that only happens when
conditions are perfect for the consummation of creative juice-spurts that
blow out of my extremities when i'm feeling pretty dang good,
just sayin'-
there isn't an 'on' switch, duders.
there may be a bait-and-switch,
but that's an entirely different animal.
and actually,
there is a circuit that breaks and activates,
but it only comes in two settings:
flip-the-F-out beast-mode;
and simmer at an almost-boil until the hot fire catalyzes an outburst.
two hard styles, kids.
both of which result in the opposite of creation.
real talk.
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neighbors,
i'm picking up a couple of cool chicks to hang out with for the holiday.
they're smart, and talented, charming, polite, pretty, all the good sh!t.
we're gonna get expert on a fancy thanksgiving looong weekend
as a trio of family togetherness activists.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
harvest and maple are gonna be here.
starting tonight,
i'm spanning time with the only girls who've never stopped loving me...
...so far.
but then again,
we haven't seasoned our sentiments to those infamous teenage years yet,
so they've still got time to get on board with the rest of the female human population.
however,
i'm pretty sure that all the daddy warbux spending sprees and deluges
of attentive doting parental participation have purchased a baby bit more time,
and maybe even bought some affection for a few more years at least.
in the meantime,
in order to have a good time,
i've got to endure a sh!t-salad sandwich of journeying to the center of the butthole of the world.
uh-huh.
today's already over,
because from here on out,
it's driving back and forth from the filth of asscrackachussetts,
but with a payload more precious than gold on the return trip.
nice.
on the road, y'all.
always moving,
going nowhere;
never quiet, never soft.....7x39