still here.

fresh to frozen to thawed and then frozen again.
all that leads to bloated up and bleached-out b!tchbaggery, y'all.
i'm just sayin',
it's a hard style,
living up here in the woodsly goodness.
...that's for sure.
back in the heyday of ultimate pumpkiny funtimes,
i got a whole bunch of gourds for the tattbomb studio,
and they've done their very best to stick it out through hot and cold an' that.
for realsies.
so,
i looked through the fog for a bit, and found this friendly little face
braving all the elements to hang out outside with me at the shop today.
yeah!
check the last-seasonal teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuup.
neighbors,
the better question would've been- 'why was i outside, instead of working?'
because i had a zero mutha-F*ing day of stagnant gaytardation.
a zero day!
that's a big festy 'sgusting all-day doo-doo butter smearface, for my face!!!.
a whole dang day of hanging out where i'd rather be anywhere but at any given time.
...and for free!
yuck.
i couldn't just sit there though, yo.
so i cleaned up the place, and stumped-up some smoky stogies,
and scrubbed all the equipment i could get my gloved-up hands on,
and i even had time to scribble a little bitty bit with a marker.
yeah, i mean it.
light-action activated expert arthur-making actually happened.
check the nerd-book graphic-novel influenced teleport:

c'mon.
it's talking about dead things?
uh-huh.
monsters are dope.
that's a thing.
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what's one more good thing about being a fully-grown old-A* man?
picking whatever dietary disasterpiece suits my whim of an evening.
like what?
ummm,
like french-style fries for dinner, duders!
ummmm,
you'd better believe that happened.
two kinds of fries, two kinds of elite sauces,
one unbalanced starchy fried-up meal.
what's better than a zero day?
a zero day with a brutal stomach ache!
i win.
sundays are no fun when the world is turning it's back to you.
awwwwwww;
never quiet,never soft.....