a good day for practicing.

neighbors,
i can't explain it,
but when i see a marker these days,
especially if it's a blunt-tipped, used-up,
flecked felt-tip sh!t-hot mess of a not-so-sharpie,
i gotta find some scraped-up, scribbled on surfaces
and make a mess on 'em.
yeah.
that's real.
it's just one of those things, i suppose.
i couldn't NEVER make any artsy pictures again,
could i?
yikes.
it sure seemed like it was likely for a bit, there, though.
hmmmm?
stop it.
that's not true.
maybe every once in a while i get a little bit activated.
check the teleport:

skulls and skulls and skulls.
that's a thing.
a tidal wavy neptune lich spirit?
yeah.
i guess so.
wait,
what's that now, duders?
oh,
don't worry about the extra colors of spent marker spit,
they're all still busted one-shot freestyle marky marks;
and these are even on twice-used crappy scrap papers...
but the idea is there, kids-
and it's a good idea....
y'know?
practice is never bad for you.
check the sexy-dead-bird-type teleport:

uh-huh.
what?
yeah,
i suppose i did get a little baby bit fresh,
and scrawl some extra essentials with a micron
all up inside of it's feathers and marrow or whatever.
so?
little details sometimes make a big difference.
usually.
maybe not so much right here.
but,
like i was saying-
practice makes perfect.
so getting into the habit of getting busier than busy can't be bad.
y'heard?
***********
it's eleven degrees,
and it's windy.
it's still windy, i mean.
ugh.
sucks all the balls, so hard.
what i wanna know is-
who invited this A*-hole weather to the party?
seriously,
i'd have prefer if it'd stayed home.
awwwwwwwwwwww.
there's no really warm feelings or even warm temperatures
in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress today.
it's just too cold, too soon,
and i got caught just a little teeny tiny bit off guard.
activation society members todd and beau both
spanned time and broke bread with me yesterday.
of course,
competent companions and active participants
all in one place is obviously expert.
but,
i was so busy eating treats and drawing skulls
that i never looked outside to see the snow magic
or the plummeting temperatures.
so now i'm shivering,
and that seems like all i've got to look forward to.
ah, well, friends-
if i'm gonna be cold and alone,
there's always more markers and up-cyclable papers
to keep me company,
and anything that doesn't end up being elite
will end up in the fire.
is that a win-win?
perhaps.
but it's decidedly better than a wind-win;
never quiet, never soft.....