what gets bigger the more you remove from it?
jim came by yesterday,
and helped me hollow out a honkin' hole in the front yard space..
hooollller.
(holler back)
y'know why?
no,
it's not for burying bodies.
good guess, though.
it's for all my spit.
oh c'mon, you know you like it.
spitting the hot fire, right?
look at this holier-than-heck halo in the humus:
-freshly excavated.moist, dirty, and full of potential.
check those belgian battle-blocks out.
a ghost-circle, ready to spill it's smoke rings into the sky.
spirits, thoughts, and memories,
patiently waiting to exchange stored energy for active ones.
that is the hottness, y'all.
home is where the hole is, they say.
don't they?
really?
well,
...maybe they should start.
duders,
i was pickaxing sh!t all over the place.
severing thick roots, and scraping granite glops,
and all kinds of savage manly power-ups.
so what's the big action payoff for that kind of procedure?
fire. Fire. FIRE. FIRE!!the inaugural blaze.
the soil a foot down had a high clay content.
you know what happens when wet clay gets hit up
with hot fuego?
that's that bisque sh!t, b!tches.
no, not the crustacean coulis.
c'mon. stay with me.
yeah,
we baked the bricks,
and scorched the earth,
and flame-on burnt a whole bunch of brush.
hot fire, after a hard-style day, my ninjas.
it's good for you, like vegetables.
only, made out of flames.
and after all of that,
you get left with smouldering smokeholes.
burnt out, used up, and cooked to a crisp.
that's how you end a good day;
...in a pile of ash and embers.
savage stormswept wild fires,
the circle is complete,
now the garden of concentric stone waves comes next-
the sounds of swinging metal and splintering stone;
never quiet, never soft.....
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