many other things.

even my mug's hand has teeth.

c'mon.
lobster claw clayware?
that's the hottness, yeah?
yeah.
straight out of maine an' that.
i can't help it.
i like the handmade fancypants stuff the most.
mass production can't compete with
the loud, fresh hardness of hand-thrown stone-speckled
earthen-type turbo-sexiness.
i think it may even make my tea taste better.
for real.
***********
wooooooooord up.
so, where are you?
because i'm at the fire, kids.
duders,
for really real-
that woodstove action is molto sweet.
i'd almost forgotten about how fresh that
natural combustion compressor can be.
i'm sayin',
a rocking chair, a book,
and a molto-molten magma heat-blaster,
blowin' that roasty toastiness all up and over the place?
yeah.
that's that woodsly goodness, neighbors.
***********
it's a slow ride at the zapzip shop.
a lull in the news, as it stands.
tomorrow sees the big fun and bad mamajams
of the non-woodsly ungoodness.
but,
until then,
it's just a whole bunch of hot fire,
hot tea,
and hot other 'nother stuff.
it's happening;
never quiet, never soft.....