Boil Your Passion

Ground down mind.
The fine powder catches swirl,
Swirling in the desert's twain hour. 
Dancing, dancing with dust ballerinas.
Entertaining the whole night through.
Star-covered umbrella magic. 
He, the we, our us, a must,
The ODJ's courtship in strange. 

Awww yeah! Feels good to be back. But I'm gonna need my trainer to stretch me out for a bit -- it has been a long while since these muscles were exercised. Pour a glass of pre-workout before taking this new word engine for a spin. Crawl, walk, run, pull a hamstring. No glory in retreat, just a solid chance to fight another day. That day has come.

What's that? You thought the certified had strongly advised against this type of behavior.

Well... They weren't in the wrong. 

And just like that, the Smoky Mountain Mo and Kraustian are back at it again!... This time we've brought reinforcement. Welcome Casshole to the misfit horde. Lady Cass is the love interest of Krause. Now, now folks don't you start spreading rumors that the ole feral bastard has gone domestic. Far from the truth! Casshole is desert river hardened with lightning-quick wit faster than a spooked pitviper. A wildflower, both beautiful and thorny.  

Strap in, buckle up, ice your shoulders, and flip the pork jobs, because the pent-up drivel has found a new stage to perform. The headlining act in the showroom of the last resort that sits just outside the universe's city limits. The marquee's neon beacon reminds the weary traveler that there are no jokes for fat people in here. 

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  1. Oh, son! Gonna be a weird, wild ride. Buckle up bitches.

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