bonfires.

b&p, get the documentary:
'brother bread, sister puppet'.......
massive masonite block prints, b!tches.
they're SO on the ones.....
today's schedule involves a little tiny bit of hard workin',
and then some hot and tasty eatin's,
and then stumps and the hot hot fuego,
'til somebody starts sweatin'...


a lot of j-named people are up here representing the woodsly goods, yo.
the lovely ladies above have been maintaining some strong bonds of sisterhood,
and that's dope.
jess and jenny hung out by the fire, and posed for pictures....
there was also a shootin' star spotting, and wishes were made.
good folks livin' the Folk Life are what's happenin'.
a little bit of rural reppin' does a body a LOT of good.....

jimmie was the digital documentarian for the evening.
and no,
that isn't a michael myers hallowen costume he's wearing.
i have gotta say,
talented folks surround me,
and it motivates me to do more...
my man got a shot of the sky and the homestead that screams out 'comfort'.
seriously,
it looks the way comin' home to a  warm pot of soup feels.....
nice.

my trip to glover, vt. has managed to alter my perception of priority yet again.
ninjas don't wanna see me work,
they wanna see me LIVE.
recognize, ya'll.
i'm sayin'.

concurrent creative construction.
every different direction we divert dopeness down,
every single pathway we peruse,
it is absolutely ALL relevant.
each new fresh-to-death idea,
each white-hot fiery furnace of flavor,
makes a laser-sharp slice of just-be-dopeness out of the coarseness of real life....
a diamond is a diamond is a diamond,
but the rough ones just don't have the same sheen as the myriad multifaceted prismatic  powerhouses we produce.
woodsly mutha-flippin' goodness.
"of the earth"....
like diamonds, yo,
because no matter how brilliant,
them sh!ts is still rock.
straight out the earth,
seasoned in the lava-lined hottness of a warm gooey, molten center.....
i'm tellin' you, son,
that's how we doo-doo that freaky sh!t;
never quiet, never soft........