mischief

damn.
mischief night came and went,
and i was busy busy with my barbarian battle bobotron business.
aw.
so,
instead of general misbehavior in a playful manner
with the trees and doorsteps of our unsuspecting (blind-eye-turning) neighbors
who're sound and safe and snug in their woodsly goodsly homes,
i was instead burning the sh!t out of my fingertips with superheated
globs and blobs of multi-temperature glue, freshly squeezed from out of a gun...
am i done?
well,
today is the day,
so,
whatever is done will just have to be what the big action is.
damn.
that's a hard style.
i've got scraps of crap,
and shredded bits of felt, torn leather,  chopped-up foam,
and faux fur fronds strewn across every raised surface.
nary a counter has escaped
the floor has been declared a crab-man terror site,
and terrier terror is one hell of a hell-night harrangue, i'll tell you what.
gluing at work,
velcro-ing in-between the sparse appointments,
and measuring the leftover bobs and ends to activate some of that new-new.
yeah.
even when i'm under the gun, and behind the clock,
and all of it seems to be free-falling apart instead of coming together?
uh-huh.
i still had to take a nother 'nother mini-minute or sixty,
and make myself a warcrown.
check the midnight-oil-type teleport:

clearly, an intimidating battle-maestro is in the building.
i'm never ever just a common costumed character, y'know?
i'm just sayin'-
if i'm going to go out as a battle-beast,
then i'm usurping some thrones and sh!t, sucka-
and i'm reppin' the real realness as the king of all the berserker bo-bo-bot
post-full-moon werewolfen warrior poets.
c'mon.
y'all can play as serfs and peasants,
but i've got a sovereign kindom of sole proprietorship,
and a pretty rad dog, too.
hahaha.
***********
anyway,
i'm tired.
like,
really really tired.
in fact,
i'm downright beat up and tuckered out-
on the ones:
beauty sleep is especially necessary if you're old and busted, y'heard?
and if that's the case,
i think i need an induced coma to rectify the haggard and harried hot mess
of a fractured and forlorn face and form that i've asssumed in the absence of sleep.
of course,
the big question is-
would i even be the man i am if i didn't know how to endure the doo-doo butter
of a due-date timeline of dead-weight deadline doom and gloom
at the expense of my physical, financial, emotional, and cognitive well-being?
word up.
you already have all the answers, don'y you?
yep.
too much is the right amount,
and the harder way is the only way to keep getting better.
then again,
i could've just gone as a slutty tattoo artist, huh?
underpants and gloves and some ointment and BOOM,
i'd have been done weeks ago.
hahahahaha.
stop it.
instead of taking the simple path,
i opted for later and later nights,
and lastly and next-to-lastly minutes of high anxiety and shortest tempers;
all just to continue a tradition that gets much tougher and tougher to muster up
the big-time excellent excitement for with every single passing year.
awwwwwwww, MAN.
that's no joke.
however,
hallowe'en is forever and always expert,
and that means i'm not going to let my lack of friends and plans,
nor my needy new crabby buddy,
nor the workday that makes costume partying a peril,
interfere with me doing what i do-
i mean,
c'mon.
rules is rules,
and tricky treater day is when we get busy being pretty dope-
it's not negotiable.
speaking of mischief, however-
my little man was all kinds of not-tired well into the wee hours of the evening.
lots of biting and chewing and jumping around,
but,
not during our play period, kids.
no way.
that'd be site-specific and time-sensitive-
only at bedtime did he bust out his big-boy moves,
to make damned sure that sleep wasn't happening on HIS watch.
nice.
pets resemble their owners, right?
that's just great.
somebody once said we get the pets we deserve.
i don't know who that A*-hole was,
but,
i hope he got his eyes eaten out of their sockets by his big fat dumb pet cat.
wordimus prime.
so,
now it's just more and more of all of this.
hard styles, long nights, hard times,
and everything else that makes you feel tired.
it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....