rock maple.

it's here, my ninjas.
the holiday harbinger.
fully mooned full moon,
and supersaturated satellite in the sky.
sleep is not on the menu...
..but a big, busted, budget-A* ride
to the world's worst weak-sauce waterbaby realm is.
connecticut.
it's what's happening.
what a way to F* up a perfectly good holiday season, son.
connecticut.
bad drivers, on worse roads.
connecticut.
a doo-doo buttery, urban, affluent-ghetto,
odious, malodorous, overpopulated penitentiary state.
it's cool, duders.
i'm on a mission of mercy.
uh-huh.
i've got peoples on the inside,
and i'm headed down to bring the word, neighbors.
Folk Life can't be conquered by something as
superfluous and suckie as connecticut.
real talk.
the liberated sovereign soil of the woodsly goodness'
travelling embassy and troubador/envoy mission
of savage stormswept berserker barbarian battle-beastliness
is set up to juggernaut it's way over, and/or through the
nancypantsed diaperbabyishness of the 'down there' sh!t.
and my peoples need some of that in their lives.
and speaking of lives:
one little lovely life marks nine years today!
yep.
despite the dolorous nature of the location,
the stuff IN connecticut has some good points.
like maple star.
yep.
happy berfday to my littler little one.
we're picking 'em up,
and partying hard.
...will there be cake?
good question.
i'll get back to you on that one.
in the mean time.
the heat is on,
the fire is dwindling,
and i've got a baby girl who is grown up a little tiny bit more.
as of today.
celebrating in the 'sauce.
it's all really happening.
get ready southern new england,
the woods is comin',
and we're fueled by moon-cheese.
(it's soy-based)
that's the word;
never quiet, never soft......