you duders like that slick slug slinking alongside the stems?
hungry non-shelled gastropod mollusks, mutha-'uckas...
they get sneaky on the nature treats.
for really real, y'all.
mushrooms get raided hard by those slimy slitherers.
the cycle is pretty vicious.
at least,
it seems to go poorly for the delectable nodes,
and the slugs seem merciless in their faceless digestive urges.
nature proceeds unfazed by the cruelty.
she wins, after all,
and she keeps making more of both:
rain and weird temperatures are what's needed
for mycelial fruits to burst out of the earth.
and we got that,
so we get that.
there're molto kinds of 'shroom blooms out there.
out there in my yard i mean.
the Fortress is a fertile field for fungus, friends.
alliteration aside,
secret underground awesomeness eruptions
are absolutely what's really happening.
***********
in other news:
travel to as many states as you need to,
but don't front on the hottness.
minnesota pride tattoos?
maybe like the rainbow parade or somethin'.
just sayin',
representing the big flat prairieland?
unless it's a tribute to the home companion,
it's not really that justified, now is it?
hey, hey now, calm down.
it's not wrong to like where you're from,
it's just wrong to assume it's more expert than here.
sorry, kids-
everywhere not new england is like pretend 'merica.
especially the mall of 'merica.
...fact.
and every other state's pride of place
has got not one single thing
on New Hampshire pride tattoos.
i don't care how many lakes you loons
lounge around in......
Live Free Or Die takes the cake.
hands down.
that's better than whatever anybody else has got.
(i'm talking to you, maryland)
word up.
it's common knowledge that if your state
has a professional sports team, or two, or four,
it's not invited to our makeout party.
no way.
now,
i'm not saying that every 603 area-coded
tattbomb is what's up;
the weak sauce still flows, sometimes, too.
and i mean that.
y'know how when one of your buddies stops hanging out,
we say he sorta 'fell off'?
(as in: the scene, the face of the earth, etc.)
yeah.
well,
the old man of the mountain,
the granite statesman's high profile profile?
the duder depicted on the quarter?
yuuuuuuuup.
literally,
he fell off.
...of the mountainside.
awwwwwwwwww, man.
and memorial tattoos are not the same kind of hottness.
not once,
not never.
-
...with the singular exception of my ninja m-dog's
R.I.P. MITCH buttcheek tatty-o,
honoring the memory of our still-living buddy mitch.
pre-emptive falling-off tributary tattoos?
styles that hard get a free all-access pass, for sure.
but that's pure HAMDEN, and that's a unique animal.
-
live free or die?
dope.
old man of the rubble pile?
nope.
land o' lakes?
'buttery, neighbors.
*
looks like our weekend is well-rained out.
it's still sopping wet,
soaked-through,
and seeping inward.
apart from the mushies,
the rest is mostly just mushed.
weeks end,
weeks begin.
circles, kids.
overlapping,
interlocking;
never quiet, never soft.....
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