feels like it looks...

...and it looks a lot like autumn, my ninjas.
i told you duders yesterday that we got
some super-duper dope, new, big, sweet,
native-grown in cyle's patch pumpkins, right?
right.
but i didn't show you just how rad they are.
let me remedy that with a teleportational representation:

c'mon!
if that's not expert, then absolutely nothing is.
mr. pumplestiltskin on the left is weighin' in at a whopping
31 pounds of pure winter squashing gorgeous gourdness.
the weight matches the Owe'en date, y'all.
like i said: expert.
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matt got beat up today.
it's true.
hard-style pounding, neighbors,
from hip to nip.
cryptozoological tattbomb oddity jauns.
i'm no biologic anatomist,
but i'm still pretty amped to create fantastic beasts.
one albie rock kraken,
gothic-influenced and dauphin-derived:

ouch.
don't get too excited.
i know it's picture of a tattoo,
and those are rare around these parts.
just don't get used to it.
sharpie marky marked,
and half-sweat erased halfway through the tentacles.
too many lines?
that's just the right amount.
he sat like a champ,
and suffered through hours of tattzap chitchat,
complete with buttholery and ballbagulation.
it's just what happens.
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so now it's yet another thor's day night.
rainy, windy, stormswept, cold,
and dope, duders.
dopeness is pervasive and penetrative,
pensive, perpetual, and prolific.
here is where it happens.
all of it.
really;
never quiet, never soft.....