other people.

without the bitter,
the sweet's just not as sweet.
i'm tellin' ya'll...
again, even, at that;
you're only as excellent as everyone around you isn't.
seriously.
how many roosters in a henhouse?
one.
that's some rural folk life talkin' right there.
are you tryin' to be a doodle-doo-dooin', crowin' cock-of-the-walk?,
or a rotten egg-layin', peckish squawker?
if you're surrounded by weak-sauce,
be delicious.
if your peer group is chock-full of flavorful really-real peoples,
be the most flavorful really-realest one.
my peoples are excellent.
really excellent.
that's some pressure.
i'm sayin'.
yesterday, i had a client ask me why i hated people so much.
there was not even one hummingbird heartbeat's hesitation before i answered:
you can't have a pacifist,
without the FIST.
without all the waterbabies as the doo-doo butter-stained low watermark,
how would all the warrior poets know how much more flavorful their fury was,
how much hotter their hot fire spat hottness was,
how much more all that berserker barbarian battle fury amounted to?
i don't hate people at all.
i need 'em.
i especially need 'em to be the grit-grimy, greasy, weak-sauce a-tards they really are...
without an audience, the best storyteller in the world is the most impotent.
without an audience, the loudest voice may as well be mute.
if a tree falls in the woodsly goodness,
but everyone is busy livin' in the city,
who gives a sh!t?
peace exists as a counterpoint to war.
ever hear of the winds of peace?
of course not,
because that sort of stormswept action is exactly it's own opposite.
all the angry alliterative assaults on awful a-holes,
every documented real-time happening of the woodsly goodness,
every true tall tale, told truly;
i do it all for ya'll.
all my bitterness,
in exchange for a sweet story.
because without someone to read what i'm writing,
i'm just a falling tree...

two more days,
and i turn 33.
triple eleven.
nice.
the first full moon hits it up on the 11th, too.
bonfires will be illuminating the north for weeks to come-
never quiet, never soft...