leave a quarter under your pillow.

scratchin' and survivin'.
good times.
this waterlogged fella managed to hang on through frost and flood...
i found him holed up and holdin' on in the decorative tall fall grasses on the porch.
click on that picture and check out the goobieblop drops stickin' to his furpatches.
fancy caterpillars and ornamental grasses.
that's some rural real-life autumn lovin', ya'll.


oh yeah!!!
i almost forgot this secret highlight from my trip last week to ct.
jess's dad, Tom,
did some seriously hard-style barbarian sh!t,
and manhandled his own tooth out of his skullhole!
then,
he cleaned it up,
and saved it all extra special,
for your favorite woodsly berserker boneyard bodysnatcher.
hells yeah, ninjas.
tooth fairy like a mutha-ucka!
it's been keepin' me company in my wallet.
that's right;
not just my hands, b!tches,
even my billfold has teeth.
recognize.

also,
better late than never ever;
in the interest of real-life documentary videos,
my hetero-homeslice, mr. rovetti,
made a fresh to death turbo-dope video about this P.F.D.,
and you will immediately watch it, if you're smart.
click on this> 'linkin'' log, yo.
download that sh!t for the hi-def most def version, too.
don't miss out.
cider donuts and train tracks.
this is how Folk Life livin' gets it in, son.
plus, there's Black Keys playin',
and visual confirmation of all things woodsly and good.
true stories told truly,
moving pictures an' all......
like the man said:
!!eleven!!
respect.

and for the record:
i never thought i would like collages, either.

tearing chunks out the a$$ of each and every minute,
a succession of rabid battle-beast bites.
in so many ways, for so many days,
my life has teeth, my ninjas,
don't chew with your mouth open,
swallow it whole,
never quiet, never soft...