Tuesday, October 20

where did october go?

for real.
only eleven days left?
c'mon.
we hung out with our good buddy and personal hairstylist,
ms. elsah davis
as we prepared for further expansion of the housewarming madness.
we scoopled up some 'specially-for-us pumpkins from her ma's house,
(which incidentally is a boner-poppingly dope homestead)
visited the attic cat, her ma's quilting store/studio
and took a brief detour off the roadside,
to get a bushel of badass berries....sorta.
bittersweet treats!
like i always say:
without the bitter the sweet's just not as sweet.
too F*n' right, my ninjas.
using only a few small multi-tool blades i keep handy in the car,
we sawed, slashed, pulled, poked, prodded, and pruned a pile of it.
there's something savage and raging about
winding, twining vines that choke the ever-loving living sh!t
out of everything they come in contact with.
they've got proto-thorny protuberances.
all the better to get a good grip around your fingers,
and fight back against the bonzai bladework we brought to bear.
bitter like a mo-fo, yo.
still,
three full-grown warrior poets are more than a match for a batch of bushes,
and the way jess has decorated with them is totally sweet, however.
we also hooked up some old oak wreaths,
a tasty candle or two,
and a spray and a half of autumny decor for the big events at month's end.
we even got a pumpkin-stem green runner-type rug for the kitchen.
this is what happens when you get old, ya'll.
all of a sudden, house fashion turns you on more than nudie-books, even.
weirdness.
all in all, it was a flippin' great day off.
it makes it hard to imagine times gone by.
i mean,
nine years ago,
right at this very moment,
i was anxiously awaiting my first child.
listening to neil young and crazy horse coax the kid on down and out of the chute.
...........
if only ninjasonik had been around to give a head's up.
your brain is about to wonder why it even exists,
and then attempt suicide.
you've been warned.
check those birds & bees as never before witnessed in health class;
never quiet, never soft.....

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