seven and seven.

chimneys!

i mean, c'mon.
that sh!t looks luxurious, huh?
(rhetorical, ninjas-i know it does)
hard, hot, heavy blue-stone slab-tops,
and semi-crenellated terraced corners.
that's what's up.
making my home my castle, but on the real-like-
y'know,
adding to the visual lusciousness of our topside battlements.
putting that fortress effect to the Folk Life & the Liberty...
details, details, details.
eventually,
all these little ones, and big, and bigger ones'll all add up
to something huge.
a full-blown palace of woodsly goodness.
the headquarters of the hottness.
a place for worthy warrior poets to pilgrimage to.
a destination, mutha-b!tches.
uh-huh.
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propers and respect go to larry and cousin dave, neighbors.
those duders have got that manly man-power up here.
metal roof masonry in 104 degree heat,
coupled with the refracted steel solar oven siding?
that's a hard style.
and a sweaty one.
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there's a special sumthin'-sumthin', y'all,
a feeling of being a lucky duckling,
when you roll up on something so fresh,
like a pair of exquisite smokestack hottness attacks,
and realize that it goes to eleven,
and that it's all yours.
i am grateful for this life.
i am grateful for this time.
that's no joke,
i'm not blowing smoke up all y'all A*s-
that's the super-sexy new chimneys' job;
never quiet, never soft.....