hot fire,
mandatory at all folk-life functions.
it's the part that makes the warmth of the moment tangible,
hot fire, my ninjas,
spit out fresh daily in overdosages of dopeness,
it makes:
the food cookable,
the biscuits bakeable,
the lanterns glowable,
and all that good kind of stuff.
home is sometimes where the heart is,
so i keep the hearth and my heart at a constant 4-alarm blaze.
the home-fires, my peoples, they ARE a-burnin'.
vegan strawberry shortcake.
like i said,
i'm on it, ya'll.....
fresh sugar-steeped strawberries? check.
vegan wierdy whipped 'cream'? check.
homemade biscuits? ...yeah. check.
super delicious.
SO good, in fact,
there may be a repeat performance this evening!
i think it is important to be appreciative.
and to repay the flavorful freshness of others in kind.
like 'the sayings of the high one', yo. (read that business)
Odin-type wisdom.
just be dopeness, from a thousand years ago.
still warm in the center,
like a newly-baked chocolate-chip cookie.....
i'm sayin', if your dudes got you, then you gotta get for them, too,
when somethin' good is goin' on, and there's room aboard the hottness express,
put your peoples on, yo.
you scratch my junk, i scritch your junk....
cortisone for companionship.
one of my favorite things, y'know: gratitude.
i found a guy (actually i tattooed the guy),
named guy, for real,
who runs a powder coating shop!
powder coated wrenches, bike frames, & ak-47's?
heck yes!
that should make the barbarian battle-boxes even more elite...
once the hebrank gets all settled in to his new house,
in his typical whirlwind overworkaholic fashion,
then the full-blown cataclysmic creative congregating can commence.
and i'm pretty sure a pitted silver-grey savage iron-age ak-47 is gonna be pretty flippin' epic as well....
now, if you got minutes,
go say aloha to my homegirl in ct., ms. smalley.
that's my time for now, ya'll,
never quiet, never soft....
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