propagation.

duders,
all the plants in the yard are popping huge raging flower boners over here.
it's great.
there are magic crazy surprise plants sprouting up.
all over the place.
wherever, even, like, in random mid-lawn spots and that.
that's nature. winning.
in high-definition real-time Folk Life hottness.
i'm sayin',
seeds may be the answer,
since they are especially blowin' on the wind-
instant garden times, y'all.
pollinate that sh!t, bees!
make those seeds happen.
those little baby specks make whole new other 'nother baby ones.
i know,
it's the same story everywhere,
but nature wins over here. like i said.
seed pods,
floatie seed fluff-dots,
berry-specks,
all of that.
a year or two more,
and we'll be positively overrun with botanical hottness.
y'know what THAT means?
no more mowing, ninjas.
word up.
permaculture, muthab!tches.
naturalized landscaping.
wild life, wild flowers, wild woods, wild animals.
you're wild, man...wild.
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yeah!
times get rough and tough around here.
y'know,
when the roof is wrecked,
and the chimney stacks are cracked and crappy,
there's really only one option.
what?
tears, cookies, and 'nicholas sparks' movies?
no way.
c'mon.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
a gAy-hole?
a less-than-eleven baby b!tch-slap-sapsucker?
no muthaflippin' way, not once, not never.
self-pity and weak sauce are not invited to my make-out party.
you know what IS gonna be there, though?
good eats.
comforting ingestibles.
solace in calories.
food.
heavy handed bun-seeded hard-style cuisine.
where i'm from, there's respect due for shark gluttony.
...but not really so much for the fat kids.
which IS a hard-style, indeed.
i like empty nutritional nurturing way more than i like sweaty exercise. 
fill the hole in my belly, fill the hole in my whole self.
awwwwwww, man.
but really,
foodblasting chewless shark chompa-chomps are what's up.
there won't be time for any thin-skinned 'spairing when the non-stop
eating machine gets up and running.
more swallowing, less sorrow, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
i think sandwich week is right around the corner, too, kids.
21 different 'guinis in just seven days. (and nights)
that'll make you a maaa-a-a-a-aaaaan;
never quiet, never soft.....