half empty.

august is half over?
what?!
already?
already.
all ready?
for anything.
the rain held off all day yesterday in the great green mountainous
northeasternmost kingdom of the state of vermont.
new hampshire got soaked on either side of our travels,
to and fro, yo.
neighbors,
"best pageant yet" would be an understated accolade.
crowd participation was off the charts,
the essay assaying the nature of man,
and carrots,
with violin screeching caterwaul accompaniment,
was just right.
then, the action got big.
really big....
duders,
check the 1776 retroactive back-to-the-future teleport:

stick cows?
...dopeness.
we need one here in the worst way.

our giant mother?
yuuuup.
that's one huge b!tch.

multpersonal muti-person compositional person?
that's that 30 feet of freshness-type sh!t.
and let's not forget that the head honcho gets rad
on the hardest-style loud, fresh expert jauns in vermont-

c'mon.
you wish you'd look so good in your late seventies.
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poems, songs, dances, puppets, bread, garlic, hippies, armpits,
et cetera.
my Folk Life active participation activators,
and the gratitude/generosity worthiness,
and the lightning-striking viking virtues,
are all successfully recharged,
to fuller-than-full capacity.
it's a blue monday, duders.
a woad-loaded wood wode of a day.
it's rainy, sunless, dreary brab and doo-doo buttery,
but the residual afterglow of all that hippie hottness
is keeping it tight and bright in the woodsly goodness.
plus,
rain ruins trips for greasy, mealy-mouthed masshole tourists.
huh?
yeah,
i guess that IS a sort of half-full perspective.
i'd almost say a sliver lining, even,
except that'd be detrimental
to the post-swollen powers of a wolfen warrior poet.
true story.
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isolated.
the woodsly goodness,
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
the really real comings, goings, and doings
of all of us up here in the really real world.
this valley, this house, this whole thing,
it's all really happening,
far and away from everything else.
and, it sort of seems, from everyONE else, too.
lucky for y'all,
real life gets documented,
whether or not we weather the weather together.
it's still all really happening,
like i just said.
and y'all can save your actual interaction
for fractuous fragments of flavor,
fractions of the full-bodied forested freshness,
and factional friendship foolishness.
awwwwww, man.
flat.
and shapless.
that's what you've got without some of this.
we've got juicy, round, ripe, delicious dopeness.
for your face.
it's here.
we're waiting.
and it's occuring with plenty to spare for all you ninjas.
today may be wet,
but tomorrow is a nother 'nother day off.
weekends, in the mid-week, are never weak.
we're reppin' that strong stormswept sh!t.
green elephant vegan blops on wednesday?
i think so.
that's the news, neighbors-
now you know;
never quiet, never soft.....