full moons.

big bright round full moon magic is on it, tonight.
it definitely goes to eleven.

sooooooo,
driving.
on roads lit by almost-full moon frenzy,
with a dizzying dose of road-disappearing mist.....
a blind bullet, blasting back to the berserker battlements.
i couldn't see ANYthing on the way home,
and still made the 3 hour trip in 2:15......
barbarian barreling,
like a bull, seeing red, in the red, being read the riot act.
back to new hampshire.
back to the woodsly goodness.
back home.

dear the woods,
you were right.
the city bites my A-hole off my body.
now i have no A-hole.
the ethiopian rebellion in my intestines didn't help
i should've remembered my history.
italy and ethiopia don't mix.
except in the bedroom, right?.......
i should've listened to the folk life fortune tellin' sounds of ma nature.
i won't ignore you again,
love,
albie.

p.s. it's never dark in the city.
watered-down weak sauce, for sure.

yeah.
so i saw a LOT of folks.
met some peoples, put some faces to some stories,
MADE some faces at some water-babies.
tatzapped, tatblasted, and got tat-'tarded.
and took no pictures.
at first i was bummin' hard about not havin' photo documentation of the baked bean birthplace,
BUT,
like jess said,
right after DOMINATING 3 solid days of convention workhorsing:
that sh!t isn't real life.
word.
i barely even saw any mushrooms,
besides the ones growing in the dirty-ass hotel room bathroom.
that spot was legend, yo.
what do you never really want to see, anyway,
but especially not in an off-color ( i'm not grey or red haired, or untrimmed, sucka)
when tryin' to power out a sphincter-slaloming eritrean freedom fighter?
give up?
they aren't multi-color health food sprouts, son:
PUBES.
if you're ever lookin' to do some amateur csi-type activity,
hit up the bathroom in room 238.
many, many suspects, y'heard?
'sgusting.

i'm back in my homeland.
so get ready,
i've got some hurricane ike aftermath blowing in the heavy wind up here,
tree branches are falling, temperatures are fluctuating,
and just maybe i'll get to shoot guns, and shoot pictures of mushrooms......
i am grateful for the time taken to span with my peoples.
travellers, helpers, active participators.
my expectations are high,
my standards are low,
i keeps it real,
never quiet, never soft...