wiser.

just be ugly, just be dope.

ah, the life of an old man.

inasmuch as there is no such thing as a happy ending-

there is some justifiable cause to assume

that there is such an event as a happy birthday.

an annual exclamation point,

punctuating the perfunctory passing of another cycle of seasons.

congratulations(!!),

you have successfully continued on enduring the rigors of being.

today is the day.

a reminder of times past, and of beginnings.

a milemarker on the cobbles of continued cause-and-effect;

it is not the end of days.

...that there will be more of this;

of that alone, i possess much certainty,

and more's the pity.

the world isn't ending.

the sky is not falling.

and there is only real life ahead of me.
thirty-four.

years old.

in a row.

that's entry-level mid range thirties.

entry-level, and mid range. lower middle, even.

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happy berfday to me.

my shortcomings take me farther

than the goings-on of my long-term plans.

and that's a tall order.

talk about doing the do-nots, yeah?

34 years of loud, abrasive, combative, argumentative, pessimistic complaints.

hell, them jauns're the good qualities.

willful belligerence.

purposefully warlike.

spirit, memory, smoke, wind, fire, lightning, prose, and poetry.

all good things.

and let's all of us not forget about all the butt-hole references, either.

yep.

there's certainly a word or two to be said for

the continued existence of albie rock.

i mean,

who else is going to?

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so there's that.

all the wisdom of a well-lived wrathful woodsly reeking wreaking.

old and busted is the new hottness, after all.

i must be positively aglow with emitted british thermal units today, then.

nqns, well replaced by bjbs today.

if you don't know,

you'd better ask a ninja who does.

i got some kickass treats, too.

lanterns, books, shirts, and good smelling fresheners.

and,

elsah paid for some of my tatty-o session yesterday.

the calls and emails are pouring in (well, trickling in anyway)

and it's all really happening.

another day older,

another day bolder.

the winds are breezily buffeting the battens, ya'll.

happy mutha-ucking berfday.

to me;

never quiet, never soft.....