fifty F*ing degrees of farenheit hottness for our faces?
that's some epic solar-flare fuego from space-type sh!t,
warming up the woodsly goodness with extreme activation,
devastating the doo-doo buttery winter doldrums with savage stormswept
summertimely seasonally-inappropriate expertism.
what-whaaaaaaaat?
oh.
yeah.
it was a really nice day outside, today.
that's the news.
perfect for sitting around looking dirty and smelling bad.
that's kind of my specialty, son.
y'heard?
check the teleport:
just ugly, with being dope still pending.
awwwwwwwwww.
whatever, my ninjas-
the air was so crisp and refreshing,
and the glare from the melting snow was completely blinding.
.....and that is dope.
also,
i only did one tattoo today,
on a hairdresser.
one rock, one paper, and you guessed it......
but,
it also had some kind of dynamic wet black-and-grey
fluid-nonspecific sauce spurting and/or dripping off of it.
no,
not off of the skin, neighbors.
off of the scissors:
wet expensive weirdie scissors?
i GOT they.
***********
ugh.
i can't believe it's come to this.
internet dating is starting to look better and better.
oh, how the previously smug and self-centered have fallen.
i can't believe i'm even considering it,
but this long, arid, searing dry spell of all-aloneliness has gone on long enough.
i'm getting ready to type up a litany of lechery,
and let all the big-boned old women of the woods know
there's a new dose of disappointment waiting for their affections.
every day is the worst one, kids.
and it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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