here comes the sun....day.

they aren't just spiky and brown, my ninjas....
they're hungry as F*, too!
porcupines eat whole branches worth of leaves at a clip.
there are skeletal branches all around the whole darn place,
low, middle, and high with it,
up and over the property lines.
it's creepy seeing semi-munched treelimbs right upside the doorway,
especially when they were whole, hearty, and hale the evening before.
still,
i kinda like it.
it beats mowing and raking and maintaining...
hell,
at the risk of seeming like a crackery A-hole,
i'm going to start telling folks about the industrious little brown landscaper i have,
and how he makes sure to keep coming by every single day to manicure the plants.
....with his face.
nice.

the big and beautiful silver fox was out in the fresh fullness of the moon last night.
that jammie dodger is so mutha-flippin' awesome.
foxes look and move like hybrid mutant squirrel-coyote-cats...
and for the record;
that look is pretty darn cool.
their weird bark/howl/old lady choking sound is way scarier, however.

i'm clearly turning into a vacationary man of leisure,
peepin' the wildest life,
and livin' the tamest one.....
that's a new twist, huh?
viking raids on the good life, y'heard?
taking what we want,
especially taking it easy,
by force, even, if necessary!

events are unfolding, ya'll.
like some kind of complicated origami secret message.
i'm praying for powers of perception,
greater than, or at least equal to,
the pulse-pounding prestidigitation presented
with loving tenderness and hard-hearted hate,
synchronized simultaneously by the secret universal plan.
i'm looking for signs, maps, and blueprints, ya'll;
never quiet, never soft.....