Tuesday, May 24

entertaining.

still raining?
sure is.
ferns?
uh-huh.
my friend stephen ro-ro has got molto ferns in his yard
like a photo of prehistory.
mastodon/giant dragonfly-type sh!t.
i mean it.
there's a lot of ferns up in there.
i took five big ones
(that's what she said?)
and i didn't even come close to making a dent
in the forestlike flora properly propagating his property.
yeah.
these jammies are supposed to naturalize like wildfire,
or like green fans of uncoiling dopeness,
and fill in the blanks back behing the proposed woodshed.
we'll see.
encapsulated by encroaching invaders-
invaders made out of plants-
is how the Fortress gets fresher.
for serious,
i want to be enveloped in horticultural hottness,
from the rooftops to the rootbottoms,
before the year is out.
scrubbin' that air, son.
and neighbors,
we'll be the envy of our other other neighbors.
that's perpetually a positive thing.
real mutha-uckas do real things.
like plant a batch of gangster fronds, son!
these mountain crackers will recognize
what time it is:
awesome o'clock.
truth.
*
we got our duders coming up and over today.
peoples an' that.
shawn cares about tattoos.
but he's probably not reading the internet in his car.
which means that this may go unnoticed-
i'd hate to NOT disappoint,
so it's okay that this is happening:
devilcado avocado?
i guess so.
unholy guacamole, even.
c'mon.
*
it's the weekend, y'all.
our big action.
anything could happen.
and it just might.
i pre-prepared some succulent seitan,
and i got up extra early-shirley to clean up
the house.
okay,
i got up extra early,
and am going to tidy up a few of my messy messes
throughout the house.
the wifey already did all the hard work,
i'm just scoopling up the bullets, hats,
shoes, papers, and piles of miscellany
that i leave laying around over the course of
a day or two.
there's a lot of mess that i make.
of everything.
it's sort of my thing.
the way hard water leaves mineral deposits,
my hard styles leave treats deposits.
that's a thing.
i'm making my mark,
one mounded mountain of socks and bullets at a time;
never quiet, never soft.....

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