oft f*d off....

...that's the way i'd describe
my metaphysical metaphorical A-hole these days,
due to the hardest style of poetic, ironic, lyrical
ferocious brutal balls-deep pounding it's ever endured.
at least, so far to date, anyway.
it only ever gets harder, right? 
give it time....
fortunately,
a figurative prison-style shower shanking,
can be a pretty serious character building exercise.
which is the only exercise i ever get.
it's like sedentary cardio, my ninjas....
i'm sayin',
it takes a whole lot of strong heart
to endure the bad time battles in-between victories.
i don't want to wallow in weak-sauce.
warrior poets don't doo-doo that babypants business...
i'd not give a pittance to be privy or party to pity.
that's some victorian talk for saying:
just be dope, or F* right off.....
word up.


hardest times,
longest nights,
and everything makes me feel tired....
however,
i've got some spirits and memories up here
in the woodsly goodness that need documenting.
i've got arthur to make.
i've got food to cook.
i've got sh!t to DO.
i've got seeds i've got to feed with this.
i've got life i've got to live with this.
that's some real conversation for your ass.
real real.

despite the day,
the evening was excellent;
barbarian bonfire festival, night two....

the ladybirds and i had a sparkle-magical time, ya'll.

here,
maple demonstrates the two-handed torch style.
the campfire's own pep squad cheerleader.
they're flamin' pom-poms!

harvest did a little skywriting with the sparks and smoke....
we ignited four full packs of sparklers,
and warmed up our whole selves in the dwindling evening lights.
by the time it was full-blown dark out,
we were all already all ready to get back into the comfy coziness.

i rocked my wizard hat to the fullest.
i have to admit to being a bit concerned with combusting, though.
(it's made of woven rag paper after all)

today is my kids' last day up here for a little minute....
i'm working for a few hours,
then tag-teaming the second half to my better half,
and spanning the afternoon with these little awesomenesses.
even when it's bitter,
it's still pretty sweet, ya'll.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....