Saturday, May 9

i'm at the fire....


where do i keep all my crap?
in a sweet storage unit!
this here is the spot.
i've got a whole fleet of sweet rides,
cast iron woodstoves,
axes, lawnmowers, and all kinds of other stuff.
yesterday,
we cleared out a huge hunk of square footage,
to make room for other 'nother
various and more big business from here to there,
with the help of my manly man-friend wayne.
it was so explosively masculine,
we both sprouted extra body hair,
and deep deep sub-bass-boosted baritone voices the whole time.
that's what happens when too much thunderous man-power
gets put into play in one place.
(that's what SHE said)
it was a half an hour of intense bro-mance,
and involved throwing large metal objects around,
and smashing them up, too.
there's something gratifyingly burly
about moving appliances and sh!t with a pick'em-up truck....
testosterriffic!


you like that bodybag effect right there, dontcha?
take it easy, crime scene investigators....
those are my long-lost moose skeleton bits and pieces.
so now i have those, too.
my friend gina fished them out of a bog for me last year,
because she understands and appreciates
the power and the glory
of the woodsly goodness.
yeah!
and after a loooong winter being semi-buried,
i've unearthed the grisly remains.
which is awesome!
they do look a little serial killer in that bag, though.
which is also awesome!
i'm grateful for the contributions my friends make to this Folk Life.
seriously.

it's a full moon tonight.
anybody else feel like howlin', prowlin', scowlin', and growlin'?
because i'll tell you ninjas;
i am ready to ragnarok and roll all flippin' night.....
if you've got KISS alive II somewhere,
turn it up to eleven, my m-flipz,
and bring that thunder like gene simmons....
king of the nighttime world, ya'll.
loud and hard.
make it happen.
never quiet, never soft.....

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