when it's a woodsly wood haulin' day,
the only way to kick-start it is with a short stack.
jumpin' lumber flaps, my ninjas-
c'mon.
griddle-battered and buttery, b!tches.
that's how a morning gets it poppin' in this house.
and it was a good jump-off, too.
fire needs wood,
and firewood is what's up.
check it out:
4 cords of wood were blockin' my driveway for months,
because i needed a shed,
and the wood for the shed (the one that isn't built) is in my garage.
what?
well, since you asked;
it means that the lumber,
to make the shed,
to keep the rain and snow off of the firewood,
is nice and dry.
and the wood to feed the fire is under a tarp out in the rain and snow.
huh?
yeah, actually, i DO recognize how backwards that is.
don't worry, though,
whilst i was powered by panniecakes,
i brought in the last sticks and logs of combustible fiber fuel.
yep.
all those cords, cleared, carted, and completely done.
uh-huh-
i know.
it's not even february yet.
no need to mention that it's cold up here until may.
which means that the object,
which is to say: MORE,
is not even remotely related to how it is.
more of this.
that's what's happening.
statistically, it's two days later than the most depressing day of the year.
the 24th holds the title, duders,
but i think i'm reppin' the runner-up for sure.
awwwwwwwwwww, man.
hard-styles and cold nights.
long, cold, hard ones.
made fresh daily,
for your face.
i wouldn't have it any other way...
a better fate than death awaits us anywhere, right?
right;
never quiet, never soft.....
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