postoccupied and crunched, broken, cut, drawn, screwed & quite close to completely closely quartered we get pushed… prepped to get the boot while getting equally messmerized by all the hoopla, gracefully raising ourselves that one more step closer to the day of the deliverance while floating through the head spin wind of our last hours rush
certain scientific proportions and smoked with most of the mirrors behind we cast off to risk a walk through show of what goes on behind the scenes here on our mostly remotely and desserted overtly tropical island…
artfully whistling we work work work work work work work work work work work work and take a quick break from work to work some more… painting the mind fields leisurely frolicking among flowers whilst whiling away the heartbroken hours courageously consulting with the suns the stars the moon herself and the rains
drive drive drive drive drive drive drive drive drive return trip drive drive drive rinse lather AND drive again… shotgunning as the daily rideshare routine manages a proportional northern south bound lane
braving one with the boys while reaching into the depths… cut deep yet willing, forced ready to carry we return to the table as an offering and as hopefully as one of the more sharper of the tools in the shed
“remember the blade guard that came with that thing when you bought it…” decidedly an afterthought getting cauterized mid moment momentarily mid grind
comparing coconuts to the tendered… measured fruitfully and mesmerizingly abunded at the balance, lifted by what’s left laying around
third time is the charm… averaging more measurements to bring in the sheaves and with new pully bushings… check another last minute off the list
drill, tap, screw, drill, tap, screw, tap…
tap, screw, drill, tap, screw, drill, tap, screw, tap, drill, tap
aaArgghhh or blurring the lines between bittersweet toil blended with torture or crazed and with incessancy… haven’t decided
fresh set of heels…. but more likely motivated and ready for another outfit if not more so then definitely a haircut & change in the pieces and parts as the mast melds moving more into the firsts shapes
heads up… crossing the river Styx with cash for Charon or a pre deposit to Davey Jones’ locker thanks to our sponsors we’ll have all the change we need
back into the norm or more than likely fresh from… the “trenches” teach to add a fresh coat of the undeniable and the indelible
the killer awoke before dawn and he put his boots on… sublime if not perfect as Valhalla and the Afterworld will have to wait again for yet another day
cup check… chicken check… one more step off at “the welder” while we write another check on that
the schemeaddicts….
big green tractor… close enough
white people’s problems… gott’em
crossreferencing… check
crack an egg on it… check
watch the paint dry… check
steal your shot as we… wait for it… wait for it.. wait for it… &… it’s in the hole… check!
special special thanks thanks thanks thanks to all involved whether this way or that divinely leaving you crying for mercy we’ll manage some moments make adjustments tune fine tune assemble reassemble adjust and tune again.. high and lofty hopes to be at yinz sooner rather than later for our next go around here at… www.luckystarsail.com