more like werewolf of the east, maybe...
is that even real?
i think so.
check the teleport:
me and my markers got it going on with it all over again.
full moon activation must be responsible,
because i showed up for work with ill will and malcontent intentions.
somehow,
a big block of empty arm seemed to soothe the savage battle-beast,
and the ink sank deep into the skin from shoulder to elbow.
ouch.
a few hours later,
and we have the start of something that doesn't suck.
teleport:
neighbors,
this type of hand drawn hottness is certainly not the norm for a frigid january.
i mean,
usually it's crap-slapping sh!t-salad sandwiches smeared from ear-to-ear
across the smug grins and dry skins of some real rednecktard A*holes.
lucky me,
i guess my rabbity-rabbit recitations are starting to pay off.
i surely do hope so, y'all.
i could certainly do with fewer awful folks and maybe even one or two
dedicated duders with decent ideas.
*
now?
yeah.
it's still a permafrosty icy wind-blown tundra of terrible everywhere outside.
the remedy?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
one hot stormswept raging barbarian fire.
good things come to those who activate;
never quiet, never soft.....
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