my hands have teeth.
harvest got me this claw of doom at the beach.
these girls know what's up, y'heard?
the seedlin's went to story land today.
i went to work.
disparate methods of makin' moves to be sure....
but i know what's important;
so after leavin' early,
i made the most of the remains of the day.
homemade pizzas were what was up.
food made with good vibes and intense ingredients always makes my mouthpiece happy.
not to mention the freshness i feel with a full bellyhole.
we watched 'penelope'.
it was pretty good, too.
holly suggested it, we listened.
way better than 'machine girl', to be sure....
two days without rain, i still can't believe it.
that bike is part of my secret collection.
it's a heron touring bike,
in the french randonneuring style.
there was also a mouse nest in one of the panniers.
(motor-scootists call 'em saddle-bags... weak sauce moniker iron horse baloney)
my time is taken up,
these girls demand a dope dad,
and days of due and proper homeland hottness.....
no sleep, ninjas,
never quiet, never soft....
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