hot hands.

i tattooed a volvo on a hippie's ass!
that's flippin' crazy.
her very first tattoo, too.
volvo+asspiece+18th birthday= bright future?
bold, son.
like a portrait of shawn hebrank with antlers,
only somehow less ridiculous..

july is almost over;
i'm wondering where all my ninjas are at.
i mean,
summer is happening,
i expect a crew of houseguests arriving daily,
but you silly macgillicuttys just aren't showin' up.
i got a grill, i got vegetables, i got guns, i got big heads, i got a river,
i got the goods, mad 'hood, in the woods, yo.
where you at?

aaaand,
if my hands didn't feel like burning lobster claws (with hands have teeth-aches),
i would be bringing the art-making fury, right this minute......
as it stands, i have a filthy pile of hard work ahead of me,
so resting my dextrous digits of destruction seems unlikely.
typing, ya'll.
the least painful mode of expression.
i could take it easy,
but instead, i'm takin' 'er loud and hard,
never quiet, never soft.......