wordimus for the turdimus at the terminus.

what?
where's all the good stuff at?
for real, y'all.
where on earth did you mutha-lickas hide them jauns?
we got cold air,
snowblind bright bright brightness, all salted, shiny, and slick,
there's plenty of miniature mountains made of mounded blizzard leavings,
heck, ninjas,
we've even got ski-rack attack vehicles s.u.v-ing all over the dang place.
but i'm lookin' for the good stuff...
good news, good food, good friends, good miki-fikin' times.
all the time, some of the time, one time, any time;
where in the holy F* are they?
i'm on that great hall viking winter barbarian get-together-type sh!t.
gratitude, generosity, and tag-team tandem active participation.
on est ensemble, ninjas.
we are together.
neighbors,
i'm for serious on this.
it's february, already.
watches with wings, an' that.
just sayin', time flies, son!
c'mon.
today,
a best-buddy of mine from way back in the day turns 35.
and i haven't talked to him in well over 10 or so years.
that's flippin' crazy.
hangin' out on every afternoon for two mutha-b!tching decades,
and then nothing?
just where is that good stuff, then?...
crazy.
like i said.
it's not as if i can afford to spend relationships freely, either.
i don't exactly make friends easily.
so the ones who make the grade get bonus points forever.
hard-style hard, loud, fresh peoples are few and far between.
and coupled with cast-iron skin,
iron-clad temperance,
and ironic temerity,
the order is taller than most folks can fill.
(even though most of my main duders are shorter than i am)
after all,
you must be at least *this* dope to ride this ride.
i mean,
if you can't go to eleven,
you can't hang out....
but still-
for old times' sake, suckas-
where is all the good stuff at?
i've got some,
and i want some more.
strap on your snowshoes,
pull up your water(baby)proof pants,
raise anchor on your longships,
and set sail due north.
here is where the power is.
(that's some reiki mystic magic mage movement, kids)
i am grateful for you Folk Life folks that i span
this airborne hourglass alongside.
the rest of you duders need to hop on board,
or hit the bricks.
it is happening.
let's make it even moreso;
never quiet, never soft.....