And warn them away with a stick for a gun),

thor's day thunder.
the sky has been bleeding itself out on the bikers all week.
which is good.
it is also so-so -good for stimulating natural events.
when you're the woodsliness mountain guru,
rain is pretty rad, unless you don't like getting wet.
all kinds of growing is going on.
all kinds...
rain is a catalyst for change.
sorta like wind's less offensive cousin.
besides,
the raininess is helping create a myriad of mycological marvels in the woodsly realm.

toad stools.
i always get a kick out of that.
i mean, toad stools could mean a place for a toad to sit or rest it's feet,
OR,
it could mean the most epic and impressive bowel movement an amphibian has ever pinched out.
toad stools. hilarious.
seriously, if you were the toad who dropped something that was shaped like that,
you'd probably stop eating flies and worms.
whatever the scenario may be, there are certainly a lot of fungi poppin' out around here.
not to mention the oak gall infestation

wasps stimulate the growth of these apple oak galls.
there's actually a wasp larvae in each one.
anybody else thinkin' of 'alien'?
some things out in nature are pretty cool. and disgusting.
spongy tumor insect babies are definitely one of those things.

and speaking not exactly autobiographically:

the archetypal snake fleeing from the righteous presence of an imposing warrior poet.
i'm hoping this is indicative of a more tactile,
less symbolic saint patrick-style exodus of the deceivers in my life.
the path of the wrench, ya'll, is frought with conflict.
don't worry, like hanuman the monkey-man,
a circle of hot hot fire will protect me.
read all about it.
he's doooope.

special thanks to the freshest minnesotan day-saver i know of,
mr. lucky lambright.
i'm toasting the virtues of my man with a frosty cold virgil's root beer.
(yeah, i know it has honey in it, call the elitist vegan babypants police, or shut up)
the extended network of hot-fire spittin' battle-beasts is very near and dear to me.
just so you ninjas know;
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for those of ya'll i span it with.

never quiet, never soft
no truces,
no quarter asked, nor given,
to the death, b!tches......