just for laughs.

jeez,
we pretty much sat around in the rain all day.
which kinda beats, y'know?
we went to the verrry white town of jackson, nh.
and ran errands and that,
with some 'creature comforts' episodes thrown in for good measure,
(the real one, not the u.s. one)
but overall it was a light action day...
i did make some elite butternut squash soup,
with almost too much garlic, and spiciness,
as if that's possible.
and extra hunks of roasted butternut, too.....
nothing goes better with butternut than butternut, i always say.
butternut.
some words still appeal to the eleven-year-old in me,
butternut.
go ahead,
YOU say it aloud right now;
hilarious.

rainy cold days.
still somehow perfectly fallish.
like a puzzle piece in an ugly color that still fits snugly right in place,
impossibly finishing the outline of han solo's blaster....
do ya'll ever wonder how it works?
the big picture i mean.
i sure do.
i hope it's not like one of those magic eye static things.
because i can't see 'em.
berserker barbarians don't lose focus, my ninjas.
so true.
a schooner may be a ship,
but all i ever see is crunchy broken t.v. screen.
weak-ass not-so-special sauce.
maybe the big picture is just based on personal perspective....
low-down lowlanders can't see the horizon,
broadening or otherwise.
that's why i live up high in the mountains, ya'll.
perspective.
panoramic full-frontal high-definition surround sound perspective,
from an elevated position.
an eyrie-eyed (ad)vantage point.
like my man in the who says:
i can see for miles and miles,
and for those of us livin' the woodsly guru hermit lifestyle,
the big picture looks like a gainsborough landscape painting;
a big ol' badass bowl of confetti-tinted broccoli,
slowly changing colors with each and every passing day....
a sea of afro clown wigs, ya'll.

word.
tonight i'm drawing oversized images
just to get a headstart on BIG pictures,
and for the record,
the in-person albie rock experience,
it's a true story,
but it isn't the whole story.
it's all really happening, though,
never quiet, never soft...
p.s. butternut!