overlappin' concentric circles.

my little lovely ladies,
harvest and maple......
they're on the long road back to doo-doo buttery waterbabyville,
and i miss 'em terribly already.
they seem to really like bein' up here in the woodsly goodness....
there's never enough time,
and what little there is flies by faster than a speeding bullet.
good thing i got that fresh vest, then, huh?
february is far too far away,
but anything worth a damn is worth waiting for....
adios, little battle-beauties,
i'll see you again soon enough-
i'm never not thinking of ya'll.....


it's completely, retardedly, bitter biting cold outside.
there's little bitty hairy hoar frosty fronds of arctic excellence on everything.
the air itself is turning into ice around whatever happens to hold still long enough.

that's a spiderweb.

and this is another 'nother one, and some string.
you like how the vents look like graters.
c'mon,
that's some cold-ass hottness....


what do you ninjas know about cinnamon buns?
i know they're the main course in the penultimate sendoff breakfast
from my great northern barbarian fortress.
for real.
the secret to super-turbo-deliciousness?
the drizzle.
yep.
the drizzle,
because there's otherwise only almost too much sugary sweetness inside.
the drizzle takes it to eleven.


is it possible to cultivate coincidences unconciously?
i literally just mentioned these two long-lost folkart figurines i got 8 years or so ago,
at strawberry hollow farms,
back on rte.1, in ct,
on the way into guilford,
and my ex-wife had 'em packed in my early birthday goodie bag!
ka-bam!!
every single person i've made mention of,
seen a picture of,
or even mentioned in passing,
have all shown up in some form or another.
2009, mutha-uckas,
not only adds up to eleven,
but it may be determined to be known as the year of the vanilla sky.....
every circle i've ever travelled in is overlapping on the others,
like a spirograph spinart spinout,
ringin' in the new year.
and when i say ringin',
i mean circling around back and catchin' it in an enfilade,
and rockin' the bells, as well;
never quiet, never soft....