soup is good food.

word up.
feast your face on this fresh bowlful of bangin' broth an' that:

c'mon.
a steaming, stout, stick-to-your-ribs heaped-up helping
of gnarly nutrition and burly roots.
root down?
i kick it, i put it, i got it, i get ya-
golden sweet and red pontiac baby potatoes.
onions, carrots, celery,
great northern white beans (that's a thing)
herbs, spices, brothy wet hottness,
and some t.v.p.
t.v.p.?
yep.
textured vegetable protein!
beige brownish brickle-blops of barabarian brutishness.
duders,
it's what's happening.
really.
***********
the whole world is frozen up here.
waking up to snow,
going to sleep in clothes.
and not because i crash out from hard-style partying;
it's because i'm freezing my A* off up here.
ka-pow!
this morning,
we had a bright-eyed warm and fuzzy friend stop by
for a tasty treat and breakfasty goodness-
tea, and toast, and cyle.
homeboys help keep it heated, y'hear?
that's how we start days off right up,
in the woodsly wrathful winter wonderlands an' that.
peoples, y'all.
i got 'em, too.
i'm grateful for those who rock out with the warriors,
and the poetry,
and the stormswept, raging Folk Life world i live in.
spanning time with the lightning,
and bringing the thunder,
and all of that happy-crappy horsesh!t-salad
that rolls downhill and down mountains
in the mount washington realm.
time keeps gettin' taken,
moves keep gettin' made,
and futures keep unfolding along the ley-lines
and blueprints of the secret universal planagram.
happening, ninjas.
it all really is;
and there is strong soup fueling the furnace this evening.
nutrients like eagle's eggs, neighbors;
never quiet, never soft.....