sunless.

the mist is mysterious.
and it's comin' down the mountains this morning.
all guerilla-like.
that's strike force-type moisture-based goodness...
never mind that fossey fuss,
regular gorillas can F* right off;
i'm talking about guerilla with a g-u-e.
but with a decidedly silver backing,
in the form of a foggy-bottom wall of water.
mist.
i'm sayin',
it looks like we're inside a smoke machine.
...a really flippin' cold smoke machine.
the mountains are veiled,
the treetops are hidden,
and the low-lying layout is all i can see.
a blanket of silver,
snuggling us up,
leaving dew drop teardrops on my whole world.
nice.
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last night,
we went out to the theater in the woods,
and stomped our feet to a group called 'high range'.
two sets of old timey treats,
in a plastic yurt complex.
our good buddies casey and cyle took us out,
and casey's dad, peter,
plucked right alongside the band for a bit, too.
it was a good time,
with plenty of foot-stompin' bluegrass,
and a totally elite scenic backdrop.
when they say theater in the woods,
they are not kidding.
it's in there.
deep.
(that's what she said)
thanks again, kids!
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only a couple more days on the countdown.
wednesday is minneapolis day.
and,
i've got a dark dark dark show to hit up on tuesday night.
that's a preliminary innoculation of MPLS,
just to get my antigens and autoimmunity all the way up.
and just in time, too.
this werewolfen moonbeam eventide sh!t
is wreaking havoc on my sleepytimes.
if i found my skin on the floor one of these mornings,
i'd only be half surprised.
that big beautiful witch ball in the sky
has got me going loopy like a lupine,
all lunatic fringe an' that.
i can hear the accordions already,
all loupe-garou gyspy riverboat-
this silver mist just isn't a bullet, after all,
and it just goes to show,
even under a curtain of cloudcover,
the wolfman magic can't be conquered;
never quiet, never soft.....