pump up the volume.

yeah!
VOLUME.
i got that.
i take up more space than i immediately occupy.
i've got disturbingly deceptive capacities.
i have immense quantities.
i'm loud as F*.
what word has the sauce when it comes to all of that?
volume, mutha-lickas.
y'know what's dope?
words with lots of definitions.
i'm sayin',
i love that sh!t.
volume, son.
volume.
i'm talking about the sheer volume
of the heavy volume of words and ideas that come up, out,
and at 'em from your favorite mountain manly hermit...
i even think with deafening decibel distribution.
and that's not counting the volumes i've written right here.
...or the yearly compilation of those.
real life documentary wordsmithery. (volume three).
and even if i wasn't, and we didn't,
it's still out there, ya'll.
real-life. being lived.
and all those bold moves and worthy actions?
yep.
even to the belligerent, illiterate, unintelligent, and unobservant,
those jauns speak volumes.
c'mon.
it's a real thing.
woodsly goodness, i mean.
an ambiguous amorphous vessel,
taking up a whole lot of space,
holding all this spirit and memory.
filled to bursting, and beyond,
with the bright burning beacon of berserker barbarian
battle-bardly beastly business.
putting the luminous,
in voluminous, an' that.
that's the unavoidable presence of the loudest and hardest.
metaphorically deaf, dumb, and blind folks can still feel
the bass-boosted vibrations of the sonic booming waves.
which, i may add,
happen to overlap like concentric circles.
it's out there, ya'll.
like it or not.


it was a crazy saturday night in the white mountains.
i made some italian stew for me and my sweet'un.
we sipped on some fizzy lifting drinks;
club soda, cranberry juice, and a lime wedge.
not exactly the hard stuff,
but really flippin' good.
then we played some new super mario brothers,
on the wii, under some blankets,
and when i hadn't gotten my fill of big fun and excitement,
i stayed up until 2 in the morning,
reading.
yep, reading.
the 4th volume of glen cook's
black company compilations.
books 9 & 10.
it's dope, ninjas.
real dope.
***********
creating, compiling, invading, and assaulting.
repetition implies cycling,
cycling circumnavigates a circle,
and circles form rings.
smoke rings, ghost rings, and sound waves.
how's that?
always loud. always hard;
never quiet, never soft.....