pump' it.

P.F.D.???
wooooooord.
the equinox may not be until tomorrow,
but the Perfect Fall Day is today.
believe it.
perfect temperatures,
perfect skies,
perfect everything.
especially, but not limited to, all this hottness:

pumpkins.
nothing says fall harder and louder than
orange gourd grenades.
the dopest, duders.

perfect.
sheep's nose deformity.
huh?
oh, it's when underhydrated pumpkins don't bulge out all the way.
not enough juice an' that.
it makes 'em look like hard-shelled strawberries, though:

...like a heart with a stem.
awwwwwwwww.
i heart fall days.
oh, stop it
we got the chrysanthemum hottness, too.
for our FACE.
no, for really real:

c'mon.
fresh to death, huh?
i know.
it's that time of year.
we actually hit up a couple of different patches.
you have to, if you're doo-dooin' it right.
and we always do our fall days perfectly.
*
did we drink hot cider before dusk at a waterfall?
obviously.
after all,
what are we?
A*-holes?
uh-uh.

look at that mountainous magic, kids.
perfect.
worthy real life;
never quiet, never soft.....