wayne f'n' morris,
the burly, beefy, bearded body piercer i work with,
is 35 today!
he built a big extravagant outhouse.
he helped me make the stilts i broke my a-bone off on.
he's an all-around great guy,
and he gets a cake and candles today.
that's probably pretty exciting.
happy birthday, wayne!
tonight,
we blaze!!!
i assembled the penultimate bonfire.
the cucch and my kids are all up here for the last time in this house,
and we are gonna go down in flames, ya'll.
i've got eucalyptus,
pitch pine,
red pine,
white pine,
rock maple,
birch sprigs,
oak logs,
oak leaves,
mountain laurel,
and a smattering of alder and beech, too.
we'll be readin' the runes in the wreckage,
like savage gypsy fortunate fortune tellers....
that fattie-boombattie cuban cone of delicious fuming hottness
has got a date with my mouthpiece this evening!
jess yardworked up a storm preparing for the big action.
i'm so flippin' ready.
it's been months since the last barbarian battle tribute pyre,
and this one will include some special sacrificial offerings
sent up in smoke to the secret universal plan.....
the next chapter is already written,
in reappearing ink, even.
i'm as excited as ever to get a peek at what's a-poppin'.
jfk and susanna hoffs have got nothin'
on the eternal flame i've got lighting up my life.
after dark,
it'll be an external flame, too.
there is a light that never goes out,
it's where my heart is supposed to be;
never quiet, never soft...
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