dreams.

you gotta put the good parts in the other parts.
it makes the best parts all a little bit better than ever...
that's a thing.
for realsies.
i mean,
there needs to be some bits of good
because without a stacked-deck of super-dopeness,
and an over-the-top onslaught of site-specific lovely bits and pieces,
there's really no chance of activating any kind of positivity.
check the teleport:

yuuuuuup.
my orchids and my expert new nightstandoffish hutch,
with cheap art and incredible-smelling candles are all helping
to increase the hottness inside the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
...and it's working.
of course,
i'm currently operating on two hours sleep,
so i may not have any idea what the mutha_F* i'm even talking about.
good news for y'all, though, neighbors-
what little itty-bitty bits of sleep i DO get are about to be untroubled
by the mares and stallions of the night.

yeah.
that's some stretched and wrapped-up consideration for my headspace, homies-
you know how it is, by now, i think-
my friends are better than ever,
and amanda is the best one, b!tches,
even on her way down to get hot-poked by anti-tumor laser rods,
she took some time to make me some special treats,
just to help out with my zzzzz's.
i'm lucky as hell to have all of these worthy warrior poets all around me all the time.
word up.
it's all really happening,
anti-cancer proactive participation, furniture futurism,
and redecorative reclamation of lost things in hard spaces.
it's not easy,
but nothing worth a sh!t ever is, y'know?
***********
there's changes being made in the line-up...
that's a thing.
mostly,
albie rock is being enhanced with a buttload of upgrades.
uh-huh.
the best possible version of myself,
in my own permanent performance-enhanced artistry,
imitating life as a bold favorite of fortune's red right hand.
today is the day;
never quiet, never soft.....