RV's of the reptile world..

the only way to get smarter is to play a smarter opponent.
(did you see 'revolver'? the guy ritchie movie, watch that jammie. its pretty fresh.)

7.62mm springtime beech tree leaf bud ammunition.
natures first green is gold.
word.



so i found the top secret snapping turtle birthing grounds.
i was following the trail of seven kinds of little round poops through the woods,
 for real, and i mean we had cocoa puff style, cocoa pebbles style, chocolate munchkin style, coyote style loglets, etc, and i happened upon a posse of tortugas straight baskin'
on the banks of what is usually a little weak-sauce trickle, but is now a spring-thaw thunder river deep in the woods.
big as car tires, ya'll. 
a crew of destruction dinosaurs doing their own dope doo-doo in new hampshire. 
i tried to capture the epic scale of em all, but logistics, and a desire to not get bit in the face, prevented that. sorry about the blurry one, it was battle-beasting the camera. furious.


turtle mayhem, kids. i'm sayin'......




the idea that a trophy proves you're dope doesn't hold water with me.
if you're dope, you're dope,
i mean, anyone can buy a trophy and say they're dope. and tattoo trophies are usually given out
by judges who aren't all that fresh, or by judges who are actually tattooers, which equates to a
group of fragile fevered egos trying to play cool-guy and decide who they like that day ......
weak sauce, my ninjas, for real. trophies arent exactly the litmus test for the hottness.
HOWEVER, this is a really big trophy. those little babycakes in the background,
to give you a sense of scale, are a pair of first place trophies.
look at how cute they are compared to the big daddy. ridiculous. 'best in show.' c'mon.
(i wasn't even there.......)
its like a wedding cake made out of bowling alley ingredients. ridiculous, again.

did you see the birch sapling wreath we made?....

...well, this bad boy is the other end of the birch tree world.
birch trees are the first trees to establish themselves in available environments,
then they sprout rapidly, die off after fixing nitrogen for other flora to absorb, and rot just as rapidly, providing a growth sponge for fungus, moss and lichens.
i thought it would be a good idea to show the other half of the hourglass, after all.

i'm making use of my welsh-english dictionary.
twym tan, son.
brwd fflam, i'm tryin to tell you, b.
(hot fire, in english. i'm sayin'.)here's some more:
barbariad brwyrdro-bwystfil! (barbarian battle-beast)
dewis y rhwyg.........(choose the wrench)
byth tawelwch, byth llaith   (never quiet, never soft)

i got a really nice copy of 'the Canterbury Tales'.
complete. and translated from older english. seriously, middle languages are fun,
but you HAVE to read them out loud to make sense of them.
fun, but also hard to explain when you get caught.
hat fyr. hot fire spelled like a real cockney bitch.
go watch some mighty boosh cockney stuff on youtube. hilarious.
i mean, how can you NOT like this quote:
'elements of the past and elements of the future combined to make something not quite as good as either.'