hibernation.

han solo is way doper than luke.
it's so inarguably true;
he's got a wookie.
and he humps up a princess.
what about the millenium falcon?
yep. that's what's up.
smartmouth 'blaster pirates got it poppin'.
ya'll already know that's my dude.
but lately,
i'm feeling like i may have a little carbon-freezing blindness.
i just can't tell what's going on.
all of a sudden, it's the end of the year;
and mostly i've been holed-up in the north,
like a favorite wall decoration.
y'know,
i got the hibernation sickness.
like maybe i've been out of it for a little while,
frozen in time,
taking pictures of mushrooms and burning stuff;
a ghost-ring snapshot of a perfect woodsly moment.
i've got next-to-no idea what's going on in the world outside the goodness.
i mean it.
axes, fires, wood, a little tatblasting, and some dinner.
that's pretty much how it works in winter in new hampshire.
yeah, all those things are dope.
too F*n' right.
i guess i shouldn't worry too much.
i'll always thaw a little quicker thanks to all the hot fire.
still,
time is moving a lot faster than i am.
in a week i'll be in sh!t-salad-bar buffetburg.
yeah,
it's time again for the connecticut holiday hurlfest.
i've got a bad feeling about this, for sure.
back to the waterbaby trash dump explosion already?
i should have known.
i'd recognize that foul stench anywhere.

it snowed last night.
a secret storm, even.
if i hadn't been up and at 'em at 3:30 a.m. for woodstove manliness duty,
i'd not have known until morning light.
not that it's gotten much brighter outside.
could be lobot's around here somewhere,
because we are mist-deep in a real bespin situation here.
cloud city, b!tches.
i'm sayin'.
i must've burnt a stinky log at some point, too-
i got that taun-taun jauns type sh!t.
it does smell worse on the inside an' that.
it's certainly cold and snowy enough for a little hoth ice base action.

we got the clone wars animated series season one.
for a geometric angular computer cartoon,
it rocks it pretty hard.
-it's got everything i need:
'splosions.
light sabers.
killed-up dudes.
space ships.
the works.
22 episodes, too.
that works for me.

i'm wearing five layers.
i need a haircut.
i'm out of touch with the rest of the whole world.
but the question remains:
...who's scruffy lookin'?
never quiet, never soft.....