rabbit-warren wilderness snowbank
deluxe fort freshness.....
check 'em out:
so good.
c'mon.
forty feet of hollow holes.
a veritable winter enclave of cocave of cave complexes.
go ahead and yell, ninjas-
snow muffles sound,
warm days make melting happen,
long nights make it ice over.
it's silent, and it's deep,
it would be dark too,
but our esteemed neighbors keep every vacationary light
lit to the highest possible lumen output.
flooding the night with light.
floodlights, even.
nothing says woodsly goodness like extended urban light pollution.
the stras are bright, but less so when those duders are about.
they aren't outshone,
just occluded by massholery.
luckily,
valkyrie vixens and their dads don't let weak sauce dilute
the dopeness of snowfort playland taken to the limit.
eleven.
that's what's up.
*
kids,
i was a full-on tax return tattooer today.
no joke.
matching kanji?
oh yeah.
matching initials as tribal?
indeed.
astrolgical neck zaps?
you know it.
what could top that much hottness?
how about a dale earnhardt sr. #3,
and 'intimidator' under it in olde english?
albie rock, for the win.
victory, in this instance, is just delayed loss.
and that's always interesting, innit?
yeah.
brutality, in fully-formed effect;
never quiet, never soft.....
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