my beef is strong.

you can't even HANDLE how dope this is destined to be.
super-muthaflippin' beef.
starting NOW.
somewhere, an advertising agent is puking up a whole human infant,
full-term, umbilical and all, that he didn't previously eat, 
thinking about how he will never, ever, 
comprehend the genius behind:
SUPER BEEF.
he is spontaneously generating a baby, in his neck, just thinking about it.
immaculate conception. another magic miracle.
thanks, super beef.

and just one more thing;
''superbeef counter''?
ummm,... one.
done counting.
we only need one superbeef,
like there can only be one highlander.
recognize.


these are in our back yard.
....looks like we have moose.
we had mice,
but they left last winter.
have-a-hearts, ya'll.
now, we have the bigger, better version of vermin.
have-a-hearts are useless against these big 'uns.

speaking of moose,
my mostly intact moose skeleton is being secured for me this week.
get ready for godi-style hangout time in the woods....
the Norse godi was a chieftain who had priestly powers.
animal bones are always helpful for stuff like that.

barbarian box spoiler #1:
there will be bookmarks. (i am printing the foundations of those babies today)

more to come.....

never quiet, never soft