spring?

well below freezing.
that's been the temperature of the woodsly goodness for a few days now.
last night,
it was below zero, even.
and that's a sure enough frosty way to begin the big thawout funtimes.
springtime is supposed to be so positive,
and the degrees are in the negatives?
that's dumb.
the sky even considered snowing for a little baby bit yesterday.
i mean,
flippin' flurries an' that?
c'mon, mother nature,
what are you,
an a*-hole?

late 1800s victorian british empire hottness.
that's the flavor of the day.
if you've got some, i want it.
i'm talking about books, bottles, bowler hats, whatever.
donate some to the woodsly goodness improvement coalition.
i've got to make a run to the antique store, ya'll,
for some display stands and whatnots,
because i'm working on the reliquary meditative repository of spirit and memory.
....yep.
you heard that right, yo.
fancypants-type hard-style wall-sculpture.
and all that while i'm still clipping, cuttin', and pasting
that recyclable surreal cereal box top arthur stuff, too.

i tatblasted all dang day.
and i just had some truly epic homemade pizza pie,
courtesy of the careful hands and heart of my lovely and talented
sweet honey ladybird,
ms. jess.
i wish there was more to report,
but the broken tract of pipe i've got goin' on consumes most of my attention,
and may actually need some antibiotics.
it's very distracting,
especially when it feels like warm wet anger is seeping out of your shorts all day.
tomorrow i'm gonna make like an insane astronaut, strap on some diapers,
and make arthur until it's finished,
or the vegan sausage breaks right off,
that's word;
never quiet, never soft....