berserking.

duders,
how busy is too busy?
ha.
trick question.
other ninjas may be tattbombing for pleasure on their days off,
but i assure you,
i'm strictly business all day long.
especially on sunday.
it's supposed to be easy,
but it's so mutha-F*ing windy i can't even maintain any semblance of self.
the biting brutal bitter blasts and grating gusts are threatening to light a fuse
that ends in barbarian berserker raging stormswept savage ferocious fury.
i hate wind.
it only brings ever brings change, and leaves the answers blowing elsewhere.
this hard-hearted harbinger of wintry woe and endless frostbite is definitely
not winning over anyone in the woodsly goodness.
at all.
so what can we do about it?
nothin'.
nature wins, kids.
every single time.
*
harvest and maple and i are curled up by the woodstove,
reading and typing and trying to drown out the sounds of wailing and whining
that this howling phantom of februarian frenzy is inflicting on our heads.
neighbors,
we're doing what we can.
spanning time together,
enjoying ourselves and each other,
and making the most of this sh!t-storm of blustery bullsh!t.
yep.
and we had pizza too.
teleport:

c'mon.
it's always better with company.
there were some real things, and some things pretending to be other things,
and it all got gobbled up by three hungry wolves in people's clothing.
seriously,
these kids are helping me out.
a pack of predators prowling the rooms of the Fortress.
we're marking our territory,
and we're making our moves.
it's all really happening, magic number style;
never quiet, never soft.....