better and better...

duders,
my friends are good.
honestly, that's a thing.
i kind of never knew that there were people out there who still try
to actively participate in the events and instances that compose and comprise
all the surprises and triumphs and choose-your-own adventures of really real life.
warrior poetry is not confined to these hollow hallowed halls, it seems.
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i guess the view from behind the closed doors of the Fortress
was all just crossed arms and rolled eyes for so long,
i kind of got used to it.
while trying too hard to save a sinking ship,
the undercurrents of disharmony made the undertow slowly wash me away out to sea.
...and i lost sight of shore, guys.
drifting around my own house like a ghost ship on a dark night in a deep fog.
not stormswept, just scuttled, abandoned, and left up-anchored to sway and list in tides.
that's prime scrap for salvage.
broken, busted, rusty, and alone.
damn.
hard styles and ugly metaphors.
i'm just sayin',
finders keepers is only as cool as the people who are out looking for you.
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well,
F* that noise, neighbors.
and then check the teleport:

what's up, ninjas?!
yeah.
that's a mutha-flippin' Valentine, son.
uh-huh.
my friend jennifer,
or raven, as the activation society inexplicably calls her,
(i don't get it either, but it's happening)
sent me some special delivery post-official treats.
expert!
turns out,
the mailmen of the woodsly goodness don't know where the Fortress even is.
no road signs, no house numbers, no nothing is how i doo-doo that incognito jauns.
they didn't know where to go, so they just drove around and undelivered it.
she had to call from far away, and direct them a place she's never been,
based only on  prior descriptions, duders.
that's active participation all the way to eleven...
'just go to the big old yellow house with a dog'
boom. nailed it.
...and i got the care package.
what's in it?
teleport, again:

for my face, kids.
my friend sweet de once said the most considerate thing ever is homemade treats.
i tend to agree.
oh, and w'sup then, crafty people?
y'know the most important part of Valentine's Day?
duh.
a heart, obvi!
teleport-check one more time:

c'mon.
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there is a place for us in the shoals and shallows, friends.
i'm gonna say this just once, so read it closely-
it's not ALL bad.
i may be alone, literally,
but figuratively?
not at all.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for these people who are just what i needed, just in time;
never quiet, never soft.....