friendly.

fingering, fellas.
that's what's up.
middle fingering, in fact.
which can be a lot of things, i think.
in, at, on, around, and among.
thumbs-up to that, neighbors.
and when it comes to thumbs,
the opposable opposition is my condition.
like jack horner, with plums,
in the corner, even,
with the plumbed depths within pies.
(oh, what a good boy am i.)
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it's friday, again,
here in the woodsly goodness.
a friendly kind of fried day at that.
the sun shone brightly,
the earth soaked up the rays,
and the melted snow saturated the soil.
it feels like spring.
the vernal vernacular is communicating loud and hard.
birdsongs, bobbin' robins,
and crowing crows all carrion and carryin'-on.
life is happening.
right here, as the evening grows darker,
and the night lights are being lit.
bats are flappin' out,
eating what meager, eager insects are out already.
the circles and cycles and smoke-ring ripples, y'all.
overlapping, concentric, eccentric, electric.
that kind of thing is exactly what was needful for a friday.
the time is right.
the day is done.
the secret plans seem a little more revealing.
i am grateful for days like these.
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now,
it's time for movies and raspberry ginger ale.
yeah,
i know.
an exciting friday night.
we get pretty rad.
in fact,
we pretty much stay pretty rad.
that's a thing.
a hard-style lifestyle.
duders,
it's like jailbreaks, for heaven's sakes:
globes of rad, loudness,
freshness, and dense bombs of dopeness.
it's happening?
i hope so;
never quiet, never soft.....