great Odin's ravens!

berserker.
translated as bear-shirt, or bare-shirted. nobody is exactly sure.
maybe they wore wolf and bear skins? maybe they didnt wear many clothes?
ancient icelandic isnt exactly easily translated. so nothing is for sure....
but, they are sure that those dudes were the real deal hot fire battle-beasts.
i mostly am into the idea that they were posessed by the spirit of never-ending battle, and couldn't have their insane blodlust quelled until doused with pails of frigid water!
talk about living in the now.
nothing exists except this moment. a perfect balance between life and death. and chopping heads.
oh my GOD! i get so pumped up thinking about the reckless abandon, the lack of consequential conciousness, the epic lord of war spearheading of elite lava messengers wrecking every single thing.
every. single. thing.
that is my new goal for this week: to summon up the spirit of perpetual destruction,
and make the magic moves happen whenever necessary.
get ready for a wrench-choosing mutha-flippin' mamma-jamma.
(i advise you to have a bucket of very cold water handy, as well)
may day this year, ya'll, is also thor's day. aaaaaand, the theater in town will be showing a sneaky early release of 'iron man' as well........its like a bonfire bonanza of bad-ass battle-bobots.
the spit hot fire bobot grampa, if you will, and an especially fresh-to-death black sabbath song.
and ghostface killah's alter ego. never not dope, i'm sayin'......(avengers assemble)

battle bards, ya'll, real deal northern new england warrior poets.
thats who gets the invitation,yo.
people worth knowing telling tales worth hearing about stuff you wish you were doing, a round table revelry of real life documentarians. its all really happening. thats the point. 
hot-fire battle beasts, poised to release berserker fury,
 and send out morse-coded 
earthquake thunder. a canterbury contest of pointed parables, every single day a john henry victory or death, do-or-die-tryin' trial against the whole wide world.
a folktale tournament of real-life living.
 gun shooting, food cooking, hole digging,
smoke ring blowing, fire breathing all-out war on life. 
you only get the time you get, so show your worth by grabbing each day by the hair, and doin' it in the butt. 
(leon phelps, ya herrrrd?)
a better fate than death awaits us anywhere, for sure.


battle bards defined: here, here, and here. (that last one is the hottness)

volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes. fire earth water air.
llosgfynydd, daeargryn, llanw gwaneg, tornado.......(that last one, huh?)