F* the chapel,

we're going to the fortress!
there will probably be peace and justice present.
or some semblance of a combination of the two.
it's time.
actually,
it's well past time.
it's been seven years since we migrated against the jet stream.
we passed by the geese headed toward greener pastures,
and the flying V's looked like a bunch of greater less-thans, y'know?
as in:
ct. <<< the woods.
(so true.)
seven years of lucky ugly duckling action.
that's some reverse-broken mirror business.
seven years,
in a row,
of denying warmer weather in favor of supreme hottness.
seven years since bouncin' out of weak water-baby-b!tch-sap,
and tellin' the ones who needed to know:
we are headed north.
seven solid years of livin' in the woodsly goodness.
during my very first XI-mas up here
as a resident of the great white mountainous woodlands,
all those years and years ago,
i put forth a question to that little ladyfriend of mine.
and i got an answer, too.
now,
after all those hard days and long nights,
trips, traps, slaps, trials, and triumphs,
we've got a license as well.
the date is set, ya'll.
all hallow's day.
november first.
rabbit, rabbit and the some.
seven years.
leading up to this.
hallowed ground, hallowed vows, hallowe'en times.
never quiet, never soft.....