a wild pack of family dogs.

duders,
my peoples,
all together,
in one place,
at the same time.
that's the kind of converging cosmic chaos and raw energy
that activates all kinds of new and different levels
of battle-ready berserker beastliness.
really,
we all have our roles to play in a loud, fresh, hard-styled voltron
of old times and old habits and old bones and old grudges.
well, yeah, i mean,
we're a family, y'all.
c'mon.
so,
y'wanna peep in on the fam'?
wow.
you do?
ohhhkayyyy,
have it your way.
check the bloodline werewolf teleport:

that's the guru.
fountain of wisdom,
bastion of brutality,
lion in winter.
...he don't like nuthin'.
that's a real-life true thing.
*
up next?
the whitest kid you know.
teleport:

m.g.
she loves to run sh!t,
business and 5k's and everything in between.
she's one crackery connecticut shoreline entrepeneur.
yeah.
she can do more pull-ups than you, too.
*
last but not least,
we'll double-down with the time travel-type teleport:

generations!
my ma, and my littlest sister, anna.
twinning?
i think so.
double barreled sicilian mount etnas!
my mama is capable of blurring herself on camera;
my sister will blur your vision with b!tchslaps;
and both of them will bring the thunder right to your mincey face
if they happen to decide that your sh!t is weak.
fact.
they have skills, neighbors.
that's real.
yeah.
so,
you can see there's a family resemblance, for certain.
the thick black barbarian blood runs strong in these veins.
each and every one of us reps the hardest style,
and chooses our own wrench, really.
a great big F*ing fat one
every time.
***********
family, though.
it's somethin'.
once in a while, we get it right.
this was one of those times...
we made sure to make harvest's party a good one.
i mean,
we're not complete A*-holes;
never quiet, never soft.....