Sunday, January 20

waiting is dumb.

duders,
this guy knows what's up:
yuuuuuuup.
only one week later, and he's back already.
we'll see if he can keep it up,
but i'm psyched to see a ninja reppin' that more-is-better approach
y'heard?
tattbombing his way towards completion gets my movie-check seal of approval.
fact.
what's that you're asking?
why didn't i finish the whole leafy part?
neighbors,
i'll tell you, but you have to promise not to get upset-
ready?
okay. he had to leave promptly at six, because he had to get home
to watch "the game".
what game?
i dunno.
and what's more, i don't care.
sports and sports and sports and sports 'n' sports 'n' sports.
it's all the same to me.
it was a full day of doo-doo buttery finger-wrecking zappin', though, yo.
that's real.
a fully-formed, half finished set of two different big tree tattoos today, kids.
uh-huh.
and after all that arboreal activation,
i'm ready to saw some logs.
was it the worst day, again?
c'mon, don't be dumb.
it always is;
never quiet, never soft.....

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