crazy eights.

turnin' eight in '08.
there's this place called brooksvale park in my hometown.
and every year, right around my daughter's birthday,
they have this fall fair-type soiree.
it's kind of a harvest festival.
and harvest, my daughter, has her birthday party there.
harvest's harvest festival.
that's pretty fresh no matter how you slice it.
i mean, it's like the whole town threw a party, just for you.
this year, the shirt gets a big ocho on it....
which makes so much sense.

we are rockin' full hermit isolation until we head to connecticut.
meditative preparation an' that.
silent, and deep. like submarines.
you gotta load up on the positives when headed to waterbaby central;
seeing my sweet small seedlin's will undoubtedly rock off some socks;
we'll be munchin' up mamoun's falafels too. c'mon.
and most definitely some pepe's pizza, ya'll....you already know.
but,
i'm probably NOT tattooing,
unless dudes get at me:
battlebeasteleven@gmail.com
and even then,
i only want to do some dope new hottness.
(or some of them chinese letterin's...)
regardless, i'm still down to hang out with some peoples, though.
for eats, and treats, and big big fun....
so for really real, get at me,
so we can get it goin' on.
word.

when it comes to new england scenery,
one small sectional slice of time attracts all the gawkers, observers, spectators, and wallflowers;
and that's peak season.
a quick calender row of 'explosive fall foliage'
there's enough photographic equipment in town right now to cover an awards ceremony.
and enough slow-drivin' rubberneckers to clog an eight-laner, too
thousand year old mummies looking at colorful trees from tour-bus windows.
leaf-peepers seeking out metaphor in the autumn of their own lives.
these days, transitory times are just how it goes.
fleeting ferocious fall flavor.
short-lived and far-reaching.
changes, ya'll.
the winds are blowing.
no, for serious,
the winds are really blowing.
like a oakseed hailstorm,
the acorns are attacking everything.
it's raining tree babies,
and they hurt.
never quiet, never soft...