hot fire.

kindred companionship,
and combusted kindling.

fuego-a-go-go, yo.
those are some right-angled sticks, yeah?
yeah.
if there's construction debris laying about,
i'm not about to let it lay for long.
hot fire loves being activated on some
leftover wood from the brand new shed.
(the wifey claims it is a firewood hut)
waste not, neighbors.
use it up,
wear it out,
make do or do without.
that's that B & P kind of yankee philosophy.
i only subscribe to it when referencing wood.
logs, planks, posts, beams, whatever.
otherwise,
i'm more of the 'cache of backed-up back-ups' type.
preparedness is worth a pound of prevention.
that equals sixteen pounds of cure,
and works out to 256 pounds of making-do.
check the math powers, y'all.
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the sturgeon moon is meddling with my mien.
that's right, my ninjas.
don't you read the farmer's almanac?
it's also known as the full red moon, too,
but that's a little too vampire-style for
the worthy warrior's werewolfen weal.
...too true.
call it what you will,
or won't,
or are wont to,
the full hard one is pumping up my pulse,
hardly hard enough to rupture my arteries,
but furiously and ferociously enough to
send quarts of oxygenated plasmajuice
circulating the circumference of my head.
that's brain magic, yo.
and it's happening.
i'm on that metallic mentalist mission jauns.
like,
thinking IS doing something an' that.
it's just not doing something productive.
y'know what i'm thinking?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i AM thinkin' that it's time for some
nature shakin', art-makin' BIG HEAD action.
(that's what she said?)
hangin' up some guardians in the trees,
just to make the new wood hut happier-lookin'.
wait,
is it happier,
or creepier?
i guess it doesn't matter.
it's still what needs doing.
*

last chance, b!tchbags-
sunday is our road trip caravan of
Folk Life liveliness and good-time togetherness.
i'd make the effort to make the time for it.
actually,
i already have;
never quiet, never soft.....