superb.

so,
we had an art show one week ago,
and it was dopeness incarnate.
but,
one week later,
we're still reppin' it with no photos.
sorry about that.
let me delegate some viewing ability:
click here and check the teleport.
word.
meryl took care of it,
and y'all get to reap the benefits
of ogling and leering at a bunch of busted up cardboard,
newspaper, and duct tape, too, duders...
it's definitely not what you're composed of,
it's what what you compose with it.
awwww.
true stories told truly,
in recyclables and winter socks.
you gnarly neighbors should swing by sometime
and build some big head totems with us.
we'd love to sit under this hailstorm maelstrom
and modgepodge a hodgepodge of puppets
with some real get-busy ninjas.
hailstorm?
yeah.
we got that.
the supermoon, son.
i'm sayin';
the natural world has been swooning under the satellite sway
of the big pizza pie in the sky.
a dreaded sunny day,
with ice bomb spr(a)nkles, mutha-uckas.
mmm-hmmm.
the better for leaving wolf prints, my dear.
look outside tonight,
and bask in blanket of light cast by the resplendent pendant.
there's work to do,
and us Folk Life duders are here to doo-doo it.
tomorrow is spring,
tonight is lycanthropic misanthropy,
and monday,
well,
monday is the another 'nother start
of a whole new other-other week-
with travel, the gavel,
and the intervening hours of woodsly goodness in-between.
the earth is warming up.
even the hail isn't hanging out for long.
hot fire, in word and deed,
indeed;
never quiet, never soft.....