1000.
1k.
M.
today is the day,
one thousand entries into, onto, and all about
the really-realness, hard times, hard styles
and the worthy warrior poetry
of real life documentarianism.
it never stops happening.
oh man.
today.
what a fitting date to hit the spot with.
11-11.
eleven twice?
c'mon.
indeed it is.
right now.
live and direct from the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
deep in the heart of the woodsly goodness.
from the flawless victory of red spikes,
throughout the years of mountain-man magic,
and up to the heres and the nows of the continuing
sagas and sojourns of a berserker barbarian battle-beast.
one thousand and counting.
how am i celebrating?
easy.
i'm blocking some prints and kicking it up another level
on the thermometer:
flying acorns?
crossbones?
fire, lightning, and double 11's.
have y'all been over to the other other sh!t?
we've got treats for your monkey-A*s over there.
check it out, kids:
NEVERQUIETNEVERSOFT
that's what's up.
***********
two years, eight months, almost to the day.
it's all right here.
as it just so happens,
it happens just so.
truth tellers can never stop,
and speaking of never-nevers-
it's eleven eleven all dang day long.
it certainly calls for some cerebral celebrating,
some serious stylizing,
and some sumptuous snacks.
we'll see.
thanks for spanning time with me;
never quiet, never soft.....
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