Wednesday, June 25

All winter, cut off by a hill from the house,


big bark-skinned fiery furious face!
this is my main man right now,
looking out over the fire-pit in the backyard.
having the small awesomes as helpers was the key to the unusual facial structure.
fun times, ya'll, fun-ass times.
we started another 'nother new big ol' head, too.
he's destined to become a guerilla public art installation,
late night special-ops style...
(more on that as it unfolds.)


as far as backyards (waterfront yards?) go,
you could do a LOT worse than this, ninjas.
not even cold rainwater could put out the hot fire of this family of battle-beasts.

we repped on sandy shores and mud forts for a while, too.

and even spent a little time collecting post-flood weird wood,
like this burl ball brain bomb.
c'mon, yo.
anyone????

of course, i found something dead to look at, too.
naturally, i vanilla sky'ed an especially interesting airborne insect,
permanently sittin' indian style.
crosslegged, (for the sake of manners, yo).

i made some extremely tasty maple barbecue sauce,
and we had a barbarian banquet cookout deluxe.
maple, harvest, and jess made roasted garlic hummus.
and it was off the hinges, kids, i'm sayin'.
and we had broccolini with garlic, balsamic tarragon baby bella mushrooms,
zucchini and pepper kabobs, tofu pups,
and captain eli's root beer. (online comics, ninja)
needless to say, with the berserker battle beans and broccoli,
and furious gastric garlic garbanzo gauntlet thrown down,
we ALL brought the thunder.
eleven doesn't even seem loud enough.......


and here i thought that i was the only amphibian royalty in my lovely lady's life...
but i caught her holding hands with this guy.
(here's a sincere hope she doesn't kiss him, and secure a replacement for yours truly)
nature is happening,
up here more than elsewhere.

alright, my very special little literate life-living toadlets,
i'm burnin' pious pyres and barabarian fires with my valkyrie vixens,
sendin' out loud and proud (and a little bit brian froud), 'pure being' prayers
to the secret universal plan:
transformation as evolution as revolution, ya'll.
makin' moves towards lives worth living.
better than ever, forever and ever after.

we doo-doo that freaky sh!t,
never quiet, never soft....
every day in every way,
we're writing the greatest hits anthology of our whole lives.
word.

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