group standards.

moths, y'all.
i'm sayin'.
moths.
i'm musing on the subject of
just be dopeness.
hard.
how many duders would do what they do
if they could be guaranteed to receive
absolutely no recognition for their efforts?
for real.
anonymously, without credit or thanks,
without praise or accolades,
just pure being, neighbors.
and that's all.
how many?
probably none, right?
i mean,
even the hermits up in the woods
write blogs an' sh!t, yeah?
yeah.
there's a hard style gettin' repped, for sure.
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still raining, duders.
that's the word in the woodsly goodness.
it's raining so much that even the most pessimistic
half-empty propensities i possess
are gettin' filled up a bit extra...
flooding, an' that,
makes for overflows and erosion.
that's a thing, i think.
i did a demon avocado tattoo today, too.
but,
in true mothly fashion,
i didn't take a picture.
i might, though.
tomorrow.
*
in just a few days,
shawn and meryl will get a tandem viewing
of the most epic and excellent place in the world.
right here.
up here.
in the embrace of the real.
until then,
it's slogging through the 'sauce,
and maybe a little bit of homemade noodoo bowl.
soup seems fitting,
since the whole flippin' valley is one giant soggy bowl.
it's all really happening,
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....