mountain-top thunder

hey hey hey.
we moved furniture yesterday. big fun.
SO big, and SO fun, actually.
but, it was over quickly and a day of magical treats was scheduled to begin.
we climbed up a the side of a mountain, to jess's uncle's giant property.
it is pretty bangin' up there.
i guess a big-ass moose likes it up there, too, because his huuuuuge feet made huge hoofprints
all over the place....

how big is that print, you ask? you think its just from a little baby deer hoof don't you?
well, it's exactly THIS big, yo.

if you know me, in person, you also know i have epic tarantula manhole cover-sized hands.
so i guess he's a big 'un...yaaaaaaarp.
he wasn't around to take pictures of,
but he definitely left SOMEthing for us to remember him by! 

cadbury mini egg chocolates are delicious, if my memory serves me...
these mini eggs are probably a little less tasty, unless you're a fly or a scarab... 
-we walked around up there for a while, and i got a great walking stick in the bargain.
great views, tons o' nature, fantastic weather. and a buttload of face-biting black flies.
awesome.
did i mention that uncle steven was chainsawing sh!t?
yeah. like i said, awesome.
there are also these fuzzy cabbage weeds, like space plants, dotting the landscape.

they are verrry cool looking. especially since they're covered in hair.
i always get images of  'The Day of The Triffids', whenever i see a weird plant.
i dont want to get Audrey II'd, just because i happened to be following the poop trail
from a heroic battle-beast. y'heard? just remember, don't watch meteor showers,
you could go blind, and later be eaten by carnivorous plants the showers bring.
waaaaay worse than april showers, although mayflowers brought pilgrims, which are arguably worse than man-eating plants....

be honest, that looks like it could eat your face right off your body, right?
horrifying.
strawberry season starts late up here, but strawberry flowers are pretty dope to look at.
like apple blossoms, but on the ground.
as far as berries go, i am a huge fan of the straw variety. they're my jam. 
on the real, they're the main ingredient in my most favorite jam. yum.
as far as red flavors go, i am much more interested in strawberry than in cherry.
cherry is the equivalent of medicine flavor, bad lip-balm, and low-rent bus-station skanks.
strawberry is synonymous with more sensual, delicious, & sophisticated bus-station skanks.
in the tattoo world, its the difference between the trailer park and the projects.
(as in, when you get a 'classy lady' tattoo, what fruit do you use to accentuate the classiness?)
you already know, i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.

today is george lucas' birthday. 64 years old.
like the beatles song, i will still need him, and feed him.
or at least, i will always hold him near and dear for giving the world lightsabers, chewbacca,
and carrie fisher strangling a maggot-monster with a chain while wearing a stripper costume.
i'm still a little salty about the ewoks and the gungans, though.
princess leia would've been so much more royal looking with a strawberry tattoo on her boob.
i'm just sayin'.

not much else has got it going on.
i'm relaxed, and will continue relaxing, but otherwise, its drawing and reading on today's menu..
i'm keeping it dirty, and hard, and a little bit loud, but i'm doin' it easy
because easy does it.
you be easy, too.
that's the sh!t.

never quiet, never soft.