Thursday, April 25

werewolf.

a pink full moon AND a lunar eclipse?!
neighbors,
if you aren't stark naked and raving mad by moonlight tonight
you might very well be a complete A*-hole.
no foolin'.
pinky skylights and wolfen howlerizing and berserker barbarian
battle-beast nature and long nights and hard styles.
that's what's up.
i feel my skin crawling with lunar infusion,
and you know it's good when the moon is out in the morning, too.
yeah.
it's gonna be a shapeshifting shit-salad onslaught of savage stormswept
raging gypsy-accursed tooth-bite snarling until sun-up tomorrow.
that's a thing.
i hope you're ready.
if you see a loping longarmed lawless lycanthropic laughing hyena hybrid
i hope you've got some silver handy,
and hopefully in the form of bullets, not dollars.
you can use your fancy dinnerware if you've got to,
but i'm not really trying to get forked-up on a midnight mayhem run.
that's right, duders.
i'm coming over.
running in the pink and blue shadows of a chilly orbital lightbeam,
and i'm headed right for you.
**********
i found a mummified baby mouse in my garage.
yes.
i did.
it's so dope, friends.
for serious.
check the 'only-taking-nap-but-forever'-type teleport:
c'mon.
even cuter than the cutest.
...and he's only like an inch long.
am i keeping him?
don't be a stoopidhead.
of course i am.
and you know i need a special glass case for this little guy, right?
mummies are becoming my thing, folks.
he'll have to live next to the foot, for sure!
gross.
but,
then again,
how often do we get really get chances like this to have oddities and curiosities?
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress provides for it's rightful worthy lord and master.
thanks, haunted house.
just sayin'-
i'm listening to opportunity,
and i hear her knocking.
-
it's open.
come on in.
take off your shoes and stay awhile, baby.
...
haha.
*
full moons, and empty skins.
there are hollows everywhere i look except the sky,
and even that big cheesy circle is gonna disappear tonight for a bit,
leaving a black hole in place for a time.
everything good empties out and disappears sometimes.
yeah.
it's all really happening,
and i guess there's a point to that;
never quiet, never soft.....

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