you have to be able to hang out.
and you have to actually hang out.
in the woodsly goodness.
at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
making time for the hermits an' that.
which is exactly why the cucch is my main ninja.
yeah.
active participation.
that's the prime ingredient.
my ace homeboy slid up here from the vineyard,
just to rep the fattie boombattie fresh-to-deathness
of hard frosts and snow-capped white mountains.
plus, we had chef cucch's adult-diaper-sized vegan burritos.
surprise visits and tasty treats?
only a chosen few of the most worthy warrior poets are
awarded those all-access, backstage,
behind-the-scenes permission slips.
i'm just sayin',
...ya'll should definitely call first.
unless you're trying for a late night pop-over,
AND a softball-sized exit wound in the back of your face.
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sh!t!!
home invasion isn't always hostile,
but i usually am.
anyhow,
check this teleport:
and he does the dishes.like i told you duders already;
active participation.
that's the business.
while clad in a bundled-up stay warm situation,
and flippy-floppies.
c'mon.
it's always super-rad when my A-numero-uno buddy
is hangin' out with us.
and i always wish it would last for a while longer
(t.w.s.s.)
still,
that's the key, neighbors.
and that's how i know it's a good thing.
because there's no such thing as too much of a good thing.
still and all,
i'm grateful for the limited number of real ninjas
who span time alongside me up here.
woooooord.
***********
it's full moon season right about now.
that means crazy dreams,
and crazier mornings.
plus tea and toast.
of course.
i've got work to do.
i'm a working person, after all.
and i'm on a vision quest, too.
brought on by insomnia,
fever,
and dehydration due to ectoplasmic nostril explosions.
yeah.
having a cold is pretty great.
sharing it with every exposed wound i create
while zipblasting is even better.
spreading the wealth,
and generating revenue.
that's how work gets done-
and it's how i blow my own horn-
(if by horn you mean nose)
never quiet, never soft.....
and flippy-floppies.
c'mon.
it's always super-rad when my A-numero-uno buddy
is hangin' out with us.
and i always wish it would last for a while longer
(t.w.s.s.)
still,
that's the key, neighbors.
and that's how i know it's a good thing.
because there's no such thing as too much of a good thing.
still and all,
i'm grateful for the limited number of real ninjas
who span time alongside me up here.
woooooord.
***********
it's full moon season right about now.
that means crazy dreams,
and crazier mornings.
plus tea and toast.
of course.
i've got work to do.
i'm a working person, after all.
and i'm on a vision quest, too.
brought on by insomnia,
fever,
and dehydration due to ectoplasmic nostril explosions.
yeah.
having a cold is pretty great.
sharing it with every exposed wound i create
while zipblasting is even better.
spreading the wealth,
and generating revenue.
that's how work gets done-
and it's how i blow my own horn-
(if by horn you mean nose)
never quiet, never soft.....
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