not much, too often.

hot cider?
sure.
not much beats the gooey pectin slide of cloved mulled hot wet apples.
really.
i mean, cider is just sloppy apple juice,
with real bits of apple, even. itty bitty grittiness.
but when it gets hit with those spicy specks and sparkles,
and some hot fire, or at least some decent warmth,
it turns into awesomeness.

we went apple picking.
and as such kept up a streak of perfect fall days.
not much is getting accomplished,
in the sense that not much is left over after an epic day of Folk Life livin',
but in another sense,
each day is being wrung out, and sapped of every mulled morsel of spanable time.

that about sums up what's been poppin' in the woods.
ripe for the picking are the fruits of the season.
all year we wait for colorful kaleidoscopes of leaves,
and equally colorful corn, squash, apples, an' that.
and frosty cold nights,
and light that doesn't shine like any other time of year.
(it shines better)
FALL.
hell, i'm feelin' it SO hard, i even took a nasty one, 
and wrecked my tailbone, right?
all in the spirit of the season, of course....


how much time goes by when you're living it as hard as you can?
i mean, that business about time flyin' by when you're havin' fun and all that..
i can't and won't keep count.
i will, however, scoop up an apple, or a cider donut, or a bike ride, or a friendly pet walk by the river,
or whatever else,
whenever there is time going by,
and dogear that stretch of minutes, writing inane insane notations in the margins,
to make it mine....
i see no reason i can't keep the loud and the hard limits of life from being exhausted.
at least, they should last as long as the tedious and tiresome trivialities,
at least as long as the sleep i take to recharge......
Perfect Fall Days, mutha-flippas,
every one of them,
and it's not even autumn until next week!!!
i guess i'm taking an advance payment on a savage gypsy harvest....

i get so AMPED up, when i see these spindly trees overflowing,
laden with treats.
apples, yo.
i'm just sayin';
i'm fittin' to make a ridiculous amount of dutch-crumb-apple pies......
if you were here,
you could be eatin' some by now.....


not every rotten apple spoils the whole bushel, after all.
some just do interpretative performance art.
the 3 ages of man, macoun-style.
that little blackened nubbin is the grossest.
it seems some of these tasty fellas just kind of dropped out,
in the first semester.
then, they still hung out until now to watch their friends graduate....
underacheiving apples can't really work retail to compensate for their failings.
i mean, be delicious or f* right off.
just be dope.
it applies to fruit as well.


look at these withered walnut-wrinkled stillborns, huh?
do you think that bottom apple is psyched to have three festy zombie fruits hanging out on it?
they look like brains.
so nasty.

an apple a day, my ninjas.

i really do get to do what i do.
which is to say not much, too often,
never quiet, never soft...