hot fire.

no smoke without it.

and just look at those bellowing, billowing plumes.
the inky, oily clouds of atmospheric monoxide, my ninjas.
...so manly.
the blazing bright barbarian beacon of burly september welcoming.
i'm just sayin',
we know how to inflict the hottest dopeness on your A*s.
and we never hesitate.
birch bark, b!tches.
the fastest combustion,
the fastest consumption,
the smokiest stuff.
that's how it goes up here.
the temperature drops a couple degrees,
we bring it right back up again.
super.

the circle of stones,
the stone seats,
the woodsly goodness,
the well-watered garden.
here is where the heat is.
and the heart;
never quiet, never soft.....