good mornings.

the inside of my house is like a miniature rainforest.
jess has a billionteen plants,
and the air inside of here is just as 'uckin' dooooope
as the mountain-fresh lungfuls of outside.
only,
without the savage stormswept circle of life
that seems to permeate the pores of the forest realm.
i'm tellin' ya'll,
the woods are home to events of a natural type of hard style.
animals kill each other's faces right off,
and then take a little nap.
livin' free,
or dying,
seems to be more than just a license plate motto....
for example:
i totally saw a hawk F* up a snake and fly away with it.
no foolin'.
and then a flippin' vulture showed up out of pretty much nowhere,
and followed mr. hawk all over the skies,
hopin' for a fumble of that slithery snack.
it was NOT active participation,
lightning-striking viking style,
but passive aggressive wall(sky?)flower power.
scooplin' up somebody else's well-earned treats?
that's weak-sauce, my ninjas.
but bein' witness to a food chain love triangle?
c'mon.
i mean,
that's pretty dope.
by the way,
the story ended with the scavenger slinking away empty-taloned,
the hawk keepin' it really real,
and the snake wishing st. patrick had cast his a-hole out,
all holy guacamole on the slinky stink end of things,
because that beats being ate the F* up for sure.
ahhhhh, nature.

i'm still opting for live free,
given any choice whatsoever.
a better fate than death awaits us anywhere;
never quiet, never soft.....