conundrums, doldrums, bass drums.

there's a rythym up here.
heartbeating, heartbreaking, breakbeating,
mystery, misery, mastery.
that's the revolving cycle of serious business.
how do i know?
how do you think i spent my day, mutha-licker?
bangin'.
thumpin'.
bumpin'.
and dumpin'.
actually that last one is more literal.
i went to the dump and dropped off the last of the old bathroom.
now there's no trace of the old bustedness,
and much more room for filling in the new hottness.
i thought sunday mornings were supposed to be easy, ya'll.
i hauled and stacked firewood,
packed and posited plywood in far-off places,
toasted some banana bread,
and went plumbing at home depot,
all before 11a.m.
if you've never been to the woodsly goodness,
then you don't know how far apart stuff is in this small town.
the main major mystery is how much longer that seems,
when the roads are congested with ski-bum tourist out-of-towners.
twenty minutes to get to the center of town?
(it's like two miles away)
i know it's good in the woods, ya'll;
that's why i live here,
instead of easy-way-outing it in the city.
that means nestling in to the bustle of voyeur turds, i guess.
it's like urban doo-doo butter sticks to 'em,
and clogs up the freshness of the great white northern extremes.
...like a cigarette butt in a salad, my ninjas.
cities ruin my whole wide world.
i may have something really wrong with my upstairs.
i'm on that heavy-handed hermit sh!t.
if it wan't for gettin' that bill-paper dollartime,
i'd never even ever leave my headquarters.
the harder way, ninjas.
that's the way i choose.
every single time.
wrenching, spanning, choosing.
the woodsly goodness itself is still another mystery.
it's so dope up here.
if you visited, you'd know it to be true.
it's probably better than where you are right now;
i mean, it's got epic natural beauty,
picturesque real-world hottness,
and me.
all good things...
unless you've met me,
and then you know that for a gross exaggeration.
or, at the very least,
you know that it's in no way more awesome
for any of my contributions.
(but the bathroom isn't finished yet, so that may change)
i'm here.
you should stop by.
y'know-take the drive on up.
i can't promise you anything special,
other than amazing vegan eats,
a walking tour of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
mind-blowing panoramic natural wonders,
and a well-stacked woodshed.
that's what's up.
i'm easy.
like sunday evening.
better later than never,
unless you're talking about
never quiet, never soft.....