the end

the end is here, ninjas.
the end of july.
the end of vacation-time house living.
the end of convenient contact with all ya'll, even.
the end of the line.

that makes a new beginning inevitable.
tomorrow isn't just august, already;
tomorrow will be the first morning we wake up in the new hottness.
woodsly goodness, plus neighbors.
it's sort of a throwback for us.
our normal selling point on locations is their remoteness.
it saves us a lot of late night visits from the authorities.
heavily armed berserker barbarian battle-beasts,
blazing burly bonfires and late night hard-styles?
c'mon.
what i mean is:
we don't usually mix well with anyone who isn't a warrior poet.
sadly, how many worthy battle bards are ever even there out there, y'know?
but, i'm confident that we'll make an A+ effort.
between the chainsaw logging,
cordwood stacking,
and general loud and hard moving magic,
we'll probably go completely unnoticed as we sneak into residency...
i'll be sure to start flying our somali pirate aids awareness gay pride prayer flags.
that'll encourage a crystal-clear 'hey, welcome to the area, neighbors!' vibe
out into the cul-de-sac,
for sure.
there goes the tranquility, kids.
along with the neighborhood.
we're doin' our part to keep property values down.
put that in you mil-rate and chug it.

this is it.
never quiet, never soft...