plague.

duders,
sometimes.
y'know?
long days and hard styles
and brutal buffeting berserker whirlwinds of interpersonal mayhem.
i mean it.
and sometimes, neighbors,
i do some work.
that's real.
first good one in a good long while.
check the teleport:

uh-huh.
sweet de gets to get this.
i got to do it.
plagues and rotten rats and flea-bitten parasites,
with sexy dead bird nose-cones of herbs,
and pockets full of posies.
scorched earth and ashes to ashes, my ninjas-
we ALL fall down.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....