r.Kelly and Chinese food.

last night we blazed stumps and coals again.
twice as warm, and for half as long.
the perfect amount of toasty woodsly chill-takin'.

immediately afterwards, we went inside and i fell out,
comatose, yo.
big fun wreaks insane toll-taking dents on my endurance.
hiking, and walkin', and msg chinese food eatin'.
i need my beauty sleep,
seriously,
i look like this WITH it:

let's not push our luck.....
word.

ghost story style flashlight face,
it's a so a-spooky.....

we went and saw snakes and berries and tall-ass grass action in eaton, nh,
on uncle steven's property,
where some still-life soul-stealing went down,
courtesy of mr. knuckles and his panoramic photographic visions.....

today looks to be a berserker barbarian double-barrelled buckshot kind of day.
it is wednesday, after all,
and that stands for woden, and that stands for odin,
and that stands for doooooooooooooope.
i'm bringin' the big bore battle-beast flavor, my ninjas,
hard and loud,
and i've got a crew of mosquito-bitten and otherwise itchy trigger fingers ready to snap to it, too.

best quote of the evening?
'i got mad associates, but not so many duders i can hang out by the bonfire with...'
thanks, jim.

in other news,
i just learned about something awesome:
that's right.
'real talk',
it's some r.kelly incredibility!
my city peoples turned me on to that business last night,
and if you didn't know about it,
you've been warned.
'tarded dudes talkin' some sh!t, son.
follow that link, & go listen to it somewhere.
you SO truly need to get on that sh!t.

get on it,
i'm fittin' to ride, ninjas,
never quiet, never soft....