beware.

duders,
it's the mutha-flippin' IDES.
yuuuuup.
the middle button on the the middle finger of the month of march.
that's real.
lucky for most of us,
we aren't about to get stabbed-up.
or, at least,
most of YOU aren't so likely to catch a shiv in the side.
it's pretty much hit-or-miss from minute-to-minute with me, y'all.
that's okay, though, yo.
because i'm getting huffed and puffy from markers and lack of sleep.
uh-huh.
marky markers and small art are still in effect, neighbors-
check the progress-reporting teleport:

lines.

colors.

poor materials make porous paper bleed, ninja.
that's what's up.
*
there's sure to be some activation occurring today, friends.
in what way, and in what form and function is anybody's guess.
all i know is that i'm destined to be part of it,
and not apart from it.
i participate in the really real comings and goings and doings of this world.
true stories, told truly, as a narrative, by the male lead, in a tragic comedy of
break-ups, makeup, broken bodies, busted lips, and bruised egos.
today is the day.
the Ides.
like i said.
be on guard,
watch your back,
and take it to eleven;
never quiet, never soft.....