people disagree.

mangy raccoons,
incredible increases in instances of
chipmunk on chipmunk violence,
late night bear buffets.
i think my wife may have some inner
snow white princess animal empathy;
y'know,
like sheena of the jungle, or some inland aquaman power.
it's cool.
i was hoping for assorted animal turds 'round the compound.
scat, they call it, in the woods.
which is where the bears drop 'em off,
and also where we live in the middle of.
that means poops, y'all.
all over the flippin' place.
that's where we are,
that's how it goes.
nature + nature x nature = infinity.
that's secret universal planagram math, i think.
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yesterday was thor's day.
and i feel like it got mjolnir'd into submission.
workin',
grillin',
a campfire,
and a terrible movie:
it's complicated- heard of it?
it should've been called 'it's suckie'
steve martin suckered me in,
and the bloated baldwin and streep finished me off.
i felt old, and maybe a little bit 'tarded, when it was all over.
baby boomers want to watch hours and hours
about whiny, pathetic mutha-b!tchbags now?
-not dope, duders.
i don't know what we were thinking...
in the future,
when i feel the need to hang out with someone
with a name as obscure as meryl,
it'll exclusively be with the poetic prowess
of my peoples in minneapolis.
anyways,
that's your average everyday thursday
here in the woodsly goodness.
now, friday, on the other hand,
that's sure to be some sh!t.
we've got peoples comin' over,
we've got heads arriving,
we've got vegetarian vegetable vengeance.
we've got all them jauns.
hard.
but,
it's never all the way live for hard-style barbarian blasters,
...i've also got to work late.
...on some tribal.
it's true.
missing out on the opening acts of Folk Life fellowship,
and for the lovely alternative known as black spikes.
awwwwwwwwww, man.
that's real life, real real.
on the real.
-
-dear black spikes-
you win too,
xoxoxo,
love,
albie;
never quiet, never soft.....