fuego is the way to go....
hot fire, mutha-flipz,
so hot,
so good.
it dropped down to 25 degrees last night!
after a 66 degree day of delightful dopeness......
that's a cold snappin' thermometer freefall, ya'll.
fortunately,
blazin' barbarian berserker battle flames
are so toasty and delightful.
we lit it UP, yo.
with just one match,
and the 'for rent' pages of the local paper,
(which needed to be taught a lesson with a trial by fire)
and a soundtrack of lovesongs and cat-calls from a whole batch of chilly, silly,
hard-style pounding amorous amphibians
decreasing in tempo like a metronome set to the temperature.
lightning-striking vikings.
the fire was so mutha-uckin' BIG,
and so righteous.
i repped on the jedi look all night.
albie-wan kenobi, yo!
that's more like it....
the small and sleepy sisters didn't make it to the late-night inferno,
because all the 'nacho libre' we watched (again)
tired 'em right out.
tonight,
we'll have another 'nother one,
especially for the kids.
with sparkle-magical sparklers,
and hot cocoa an' that.
i'm serious about having great times with my peoples, ya'll.
i'm tellin' you;
we hit up some cider doughnuts yesterday,
and a woodland wizard walk,
we went to the beachy riverbank,
and we enjoyed the incredible natural world around us.
it's all still really happening,
that's the whole point.
this morning,
i baked up some crucial cinnamon buns,
(i started 'em last night in anticipation of the cucch's early exodus)
out of the oven by 7:30,
in my bellyhole by 7:35.
delicious.
for every hard time,
and every long night,
there's good friend,
and a sweet dream.
i am grateful, ya'll.
still.
for all my ninjas out there,
spanning time.
never quiet, never soft.....
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