dis-mantled

this big bad brick burner puts the man in mantle....
the man in manor home,
the man in 'man, that's a dope-ass miki-fickin' tower of terrific.'
i mean,
is that not some truly burly barbarian belvedere business?
that's four feet of firehole in the middle, ya'll.
i'm not feelin' the olive-garden-style kindling flowerpot,
it came with the house,
and i've got bigger pits to pluck, if you feel me,
but a crusty and disgusty copper basin just might do the trick....
there's a lot of house to show,
but i don't want to over your delicate city-folk sensibilities with
too much turbo-hottness;
urban waterbaby constitutions may not be able to handle this much heat.
especially not with all the Folk Life fury and rural ragnarok tornado terror
being administered to some city people.
(this means you, louderhorns)
it may be too intense.
so,
you'll just have to tune in and see what other other treats this old house has to offer.

looks like rain outside.
i've got the firewood tarped up, for now.
jess haaaaaates tarps, kids.
(too trailery)
and even though it's a brown one and not blue b!tchbaggish blanket of 'butter,
i'm kinda with her on this one....
i'd stack the orderly rows of awesome inside the garage,
but like i said,
it looks like rain outside,
and when it rains outside, up here in the woodsly goodness,
it also rains inside the garage.....still.
the pitter-patter of rustic righteous raindrops, my ninjas,
freefallin' on our heavy metal roof like grindcore double-bass;
never quiet, never soft...