cool beans.

pinto,
black,
dark red kidney,
& white kidney cannellini.
beans, mutha-uckas.
a hill of beans, even.
or maybe just a colander full,
but still,
that's four sonuvagunnin' pounds of the magical fruit;
good for your heart, an' that.
little powerhouses of protein.
i can feel my sinews and sh!t synthesizing them jauns.
hobo chili in my bellyhole,
and a trimmed and neatened beard?
i can feel the ley lines converging,
and the planetary alignments locking into place.
saturn's day, duders,
and it's a fully-formed,
full-force flint-and-steel foray into
fresh, hard, loudness all the way to eleven.
oh, man.
is it ever going to be a day of epic hot fire and lightning.
all that energy,
all that well-groomed face.....
dirty b!tches are gonna be losing their funking minds.
theyll be all like:
'daaaaamn,
is that a depression-era carnival roustabout?
for real?
hey, ninja, you hittin' my SPOT!'
or something along those lines.
and it'll be like that right up until the hot peppers
activate the turbo-chargers,
and the blast furnaces start blasting and smelting.
and after it's smelt,
i'll be responsible for what's dealt, i'm sure.
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there are certain specifics of woodsly goodness
that make all the grind dates seem less abrasive,
and all the long nights and hard times a
little tiny bit easier to weather.
like the big-action focal point in our great hall.
(living room?)
within the very vast, expansive excellence of the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
girl,
you know it's true:

c'mon.
warmth and comfort.

that's what's up.

700 degrees farenheit of furioso ferocidad del fuego.

that's purely red oak combustion,

and the smoke is even reignited in the catalytic converter.

waste not want not.

that's extra explosions of oxygen molecules

for extra hottness.

certain specifics, neighbors.

simple pleasures, even.

my hairs are cut,

and when shortened,

the silver sides of my scalp are rrrreally accentuated.

two two inch tall swaths of gorillaback grays.

distinguished,

even as my youthfulness is extinguished.

thank goodness i've got the woodsly goodness.

even elderly-haired,

real barbarians never say never,

unless they're saying

never quiet, never soft.....