rabbit, rabbit.

august the first.
already a smoke ring specter of memory.
a grey ghost circle dissolving directly into thin air.
time sure flies.
on the winds.
you already know which winds i mean, right?


weird roundies.
ma nature has been brewin' up some neat treats for me up here.
it's nice to get up close with my surroundings.
it keeps me near and dear to the natural world around me.
it turns out that i really DO like being outside.
i just forgot.
thought and memory, ya'll.
hugin and munin.
the news of the world...
make an effort to remember what you love.
i mean it.


c'mon.
there are about a thousand of these heinous crawlies lurking around the leafy greenery.
i mean, become a moth already, and go away.
transformation is rarely from good towards better,
and most often it's the ugly duckling,
or the vomitous caterpillar making the big-time magic happen.
and not a second soon enough, for what it's worth.
i said be ugly, and be dope.
these guys just be ugly.


wild blueberries.
unlike girls who go wild, these guys don't yell 'whoooooooooo!' or collect mardi gras beads.
they pretty much just be delicious,
and that's more than enough to ask of them.


the green alder is a little bit special.
it is a deciduous tree, but it grows cones.
taking the aspects of two completely different kinds of trees,
and combining to make something twice as fresh as either.....
not to mention it symbolizes generosity,
AND the wood also turns bright red when it is cut.
the celts believed that alders have a secret flame that lives in them,
and used alder charcoal in their fiery furnaces to forge their weapons.
secret flames, kids.
hot fire fuel for the lavaspit luxury of just being dope.
recognize, son.
warrior poets compose brutal boasts, and thermometer-topping toasts,
and they ward off the weak-sauce with a wide wealth of weapons.
i have a garden full of battle-beast trees, ya'll.


on the subject of battle-beasts,
i did this foo lion head the other day.
if you're lookin' to get some of this stuff on you,
make sure to book some time with me in boston.
i'll be the berserker barbarian looking  SO out of place amongst the hipsters,
bikers, city-folk and cool kids;
keeping it uber-real,
all the way to a deafening decibel-desecrating death-defying level of eleven.
never quiet, never soft.....