the other day, when wayne was over here,
with the aid of a deep wheelbarrow,
we moved three enormous monoliths.
from the foundations of the Fortress,
where a little bit of sweet stonework
was left over from back in the days of yore.
naturally,
as the decades rolled by,
they'd settled into the earth over all that time;
but,
our excavations proved worthy,
and now the garden has a pair
of proudly presented powerful pylons.
we even made one of 'em into a little fireside loveseat.
a burly bench for baking barbarian buttocks beside the blaze.
hard hot heated heinies, homies.
we doo-doo that slab-happy seating jauns...
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for those of you who know about making some arthur,
or art-making as those more familiar are known to call it,
let me tell y'all-
i've been on that sh!t so hard for a few weeks.
which doesn't necessarily mean anything major.
i've heard artists do that sort of thing all the time.
not me, though.
i save and savor that stuff for special events.
special, as in: september.
the fall.
autumnal equinox full-harvest-moon werewolf/battle-beast action.
and Folk Life.
& Liberty.
and acorns.
a.k.a the truth.
*
now,
speaking of truth-
let me tell you miki-fikis about 'specialty printing'.
by virtue of being special,
it apparently never takes the 'guaranteed' time limits
you've been assured of.
which, in turn,
makes me look like an A*-hole.
which, in it's own turn,
makes me act like an A*-hole.
so tomorrow is the eleventh.
and for some reason,
i seem to vaguely recall that i'm supposed to
NEVER FORGET somethin',
but i can't exactly remember what...
however,
i do remember that i made a whole heaping helping of hottness,
and it isn't ready yet.
what. the. mutha. flipping. F*. ?. !.
c'mon.
i don't give a flip about excuses.
i don't want reasons,
i want results.
anyway,
tomorrow's a big day over at neverquietneversoft.
but when i say big,
i really mean 'just right';
which, as every woman already knows,
actually means 'little'
awwwwwwwww, man.
hard styles,
harder times,
and longer than longest nights,
and some acorns.
ain't that the truth;
never quiet, never soft.....
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