my asia-traveling giant-sized ninja,
mr. michael holmes,
took some glamour shots of our humble Fortress.
y'know,
to showcase the incomparable scope and scale of
what taking it to eleven in the woodsly goodness looks like.
and duders,
it looks pretty dang-flippin' good through those magic lenses.
it's cool, i'm not a reedy, tweedy, greedy pete;
i thought you mutha-lickas might want to scope up on the teleport, too.
what am i, anyway?
an A*-hole?
no way.
check it out:
that's on some better-than better homes-type action an' that.
plus,
here's a nighttime-visible voyeur shot of the evening gardens:
where the really real world hangs out, i mean.
the hot spot.
a house filled with my peoples,
a home filled with hottness,
an edifice filled with stuff.
it's ALL really happening,
right here in this very very luscious chill-spot;
every day, in every way,
i'm thanking my lucky ones;
ducklings, stars, charms, numbers, rabbit's feet, whatever.
i'm surrounded on all sides by mutha-uckas worth knowing about.
these glimpses into the secret universal planagram's big picture
are exactly what i need to keep keepin' on.
a little tiny baby shot of the surety of the most righteous paths.
we're on that jauns;
never quiet, never soft.....
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