another goodbye.

bonfiery barbarian booty-shakin'.
it seems like it was a real buzzer-beater, timing wise,
because it is a cold autumn rainstormy day a-happenin' right now.
wet leaves, my ninjas.
you will break yo' self on 'em, if you don't step correctly.
for the record,
acorns don't smell like anything when they get burned....
i'll have to try actually roasting 'em, next time i guess.
check out this marginally horrifying little tidbit.
burning some wet leaves, however, smells SO delicious, y'heard?
colorful sparkle-magic doesn't stop when the lights go down;
blue and orange, like syracuse...
that's the color scheme for a cool crisp night coupled with berserker blazes.
no joke, it was bright:

october.
full moon.
hot fire.
my peoples.
how dope?
all the way to eleven, that's how dope.

gratitude and generosity.
my friends know all about it.
we reciprocate.
so does the sawzall i used to slice and dice on some timber.

a heapin' helpin' of axe warrior fury,
with a side order of hatchet frenzy.
me and jimmie got straight-up manly on some maples.

peep on my reorganized wood stacks.
that's some viking sh!t right there.

we did some leaf-peepin'.
i'm not even a little ashamed.
i LIVE up in here, after all.
i deserve some quality fall foliage as much as any busload of octagenarians.
i'm sayin'.

the view of the moat mountains from the scenic overloook visitor's station.

and here's the other half.
on the real, i live somewhere pretty flippin' dope.
full-on nature, an' that.
dos days off with my duders.
it has been a pretty epic woodsly good time.
they bounce back to 'butterland today.
bigtime bummer buffet...
safe travels and well-wishes are being piled up...
until the next time.


bees, mutha-uckas!!
in october, survivin',
battle-beastly buzzbombs
still sippin' on some potently potable pollen particles.
all drunk on flower power and sh!t.
that flower IS pretty fresh, though, right?
straight-up japanese tattoo lookin' an' that.
even non-killer bees want that purple stuff, son..
wu-tang, b!tches....


no foolin'.
my sweetest sweet sweetieheart represented,
taking super good care all day,
and she got me a dooooope corduroy jacket,
a tattooversary present for that big 9 year mark...
she knows about how to bring the thunder, ya'll.
i am a lucky one.
surrounded by some really real ones,
supersaturated in Folk Life woodsly goodness an' that.
spanning time.
i am grateful for the time i have been given.
never quiet, never soft...