destroyer, in perpetuity.

duders,
i am not a kind man.
now,
i'm not saying i don't behave with my conscience as my guide,
or that i lack empathy or sympathy for the simultaneous circles
that echo out from the epicenter of my interactions.
i'm also all about gratitude and generosity,
and we can probably agree that i don't lack for introspective extroversion.
y'know?
so, like,
what i guess i'm attempting to explain is-
i'm never trying to be an A*-hole.
except for when i am.
and i don't know if it's being an A*-hole if you follow through on a threat.
because that makes it a promise, right?
i think that's real.
i feel like it's important to do what you say, and say what you mean.
on that note, ninjas,
i know i already told y'all-
no looters.
that's a thing.
so let me tell you about how i found a mountain of mouldering
mouse poops piled on the punctured package of pigeon peas in my pantry,
and then take a guess at what sort of retribution i contributed to the mix.
uh-huh.
i get it going on and on by adding in that brass-balled springback-attack
lightning-striking coiled-metal bait-and switch-type sh!t, neighbors.
because i doo-doo that neck-snapping barbaric brutality-type jauns,
and i take it out on the smallest and sneakiest ones.
bullying?
i don't think so.
shoring up the chinks in the armor,
and patching the holes in the levee, more like.
what?
oh.
good question.
what AM i talking about?
easy-
i had mice again.
and hopefully now i don't.
fortune may favor the bold,
but it certainly provides comeuppance for the greedy.
check the expert destruction teleport:

wow.
two heads are better than one.
i mean,
what are the odds of taking down two little F*ers in one shot?
wordimus prime.
that's what happens when you try to take what doesn't belong to you.
nobody gets something for nothing, i guess.
and again,
they're dead all over,
and i'm dead on the inside.
awwwww.
i feel nothing by way of remorse,
but i am experiencing a small throbbing smug self-satisfaction that springs
from the belief that consequences are the rational and just result
of cause-and-effective active participation.
my heart is hard and my head is strong.
i break things, kids.
infinite natures can't be contained, but they can be destroyed.
yeah.
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so,
it's another 'nother page on the calendar already.
i can't even believe time is flying by so hard.
i got some herbs yesterday.
that's a thing.
because fresh herbs is like quoting obscure philosophers-
it means you're better than other people.
and while that's probably accurate some of the time,
it won't stop my complicated complex and corrosive complexion from
causing the lines of age and world-weary wisdom from etching new and worse
angles across the crags and creases of my countenance.
staying ugly never seemed so easy.
staying dope never seemed so hard.
it's all really happening, homies.
that's actually all there is,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....