out like a ram.

march is on it's way out.
finally.
this month was a real mother'ucker, kids.
no spare seconds for catching breaths,
no free moments from tattooing, baking,
scratching or surviving.
all of my time, all of the time, was taken up.
and now,
finally, we're segueing into april.
showers upon showers upon showers shall ensue.
oh.
unless you're in the mystic mudroom sunspots
of my well-lit and illuminated solar-kissed sexiness
inside the glazed and infused Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
yeah.
that's a thing,
check the early-peach-tree-blossom-type teleport:

kaBOOM!
sunbeams and reflected snowbling dazzlers have combined
to raise the ambient temperature up enough to activate life
a damned sight sooner than the not-so-great outdoors
would've up in this woodsly goodness' cold cold clutches.
word up.
no doubt about it, neighbors-
march was another in a short line of bitter months.
2014 can suck all the balls, so far,
and that's for really real.
who knows, tho?
maybe april will wash away the sht-salad,
and reveal a secret silver sparkle underneath?
maybe.
i won't hold my breath, however.
in like an icy idiot,
out like an icy A*-hole....
lions and lambs aren't the animals i'd associate with
this month of hard styles and bad-to-worsening weather.
oh, well.
nice or not,
like it or not,
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....