beau knows.

y'all don't want what i got.
you want some regular-A* weak sauce.
that's ok, because those jauns pay the bills,
but it's not skills that are required,
just endurance.
ha.
beau, tho.
he knows about what's expert.
he says-
do what you do.
.....and then that's exactly what i do.
one harbinger of mortal human sin and sorrow, coming right up.
thylacine, aardwolf, tasmanian devil, snake, scorpion, bird.....
all of that,
and a gout of ropy black flame.
why?
because expert recognize expert.
check the truth-type teleport:

c'mon.
i can do this all day,
every day.
but,
you don't want it.
that's sad, kinda.
your money spends the same when your ideas are butt,
but,
you're also the same, for ever and ever.
meanwhile, neighbors,
these really real duders are keeping it wild in the streets.
i'm grateful for my peoples.
i'm grateful for the times when i can do what it is i was designed to.
this is it,
and if it was happening just slightly more often than once a year,
i bet the hole damn shootin' match would be much improved.
in the meantime,
i'll see the rest of you,
and the pinterest pictures on your phones, real soon.
try not to veer off of the beaten path in the meantime;
never quiet, never soft.....