yup.
a whole 'nother other other span of hard styles, tight spaces,
tender spots, thin skins, and so much hot fire.
uh-huh.
beau was on a mission,
and i'll give him some high praise-
i don't think a lesser man could've handled the skin-scrapin' rapey lasers
of steel-spiked berserker fury nearly as well as he did.
i mean it.
most folks would've called it good after the bludgeoning he took on monday,
but he know what all worthy warrior poets know:
too much is the right amount.
that's a thing;
and thus,
he took a whole brand new set of lumps,
hot on the heels of the previously administered hammering,
and sat for a whole day of ill-willed illustration,
and when the day was done?
word up.
he left with a war-harnessed tusked terror of ultimate fenrir battle-beastliness.
check the teleport:
he's got a lot of all sorts of extra spikes.
with gems and jewels and talisman-type jauns, too.
and evil-eyed orbs an' that, also.
damn.
out come the wolves,
and very hard was the pounding they entered alongside.
ouch ouch ouch.
it almost hurt me to armpity the fool who got this
after already doo-doing the same thing the day before.
almost.
and it wraps to the back and the front,
so that all the sore bits and pieces could realllllly get rubbed down a bit more.
argh.
teleport:
made me feel like a real A-hole.
but, i still did it-
i'm not the type to let a little conscience get in the way of a good day's work, y'heard?
yeah.
anyway,
i've got today OFF,
and i don't really want to do a damned thing/.
but,
the birds in the backyard need seeds,
and there's cake a'baking already in the oven,
and i've got to get busy on some business decisions and financial plans.
looks like i'll be busier than ever,
and my day off will be a day ON all over again.
no time like the present,
and at present, there is no time.
hard styles abound,
and it's all really happening,
and it's all too much,
which is to say-
it's correct;
never quiet, never soft.....
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