Wednesday, September 14

paws and reflect...

awwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
nature wins,
but time triumphs.
yuuuup.
neighbors,
today was jam packed with active participants.
real mutha-uckas from all over,
getting busy with the helping handfuls.
and speaking of handfuls,
check the teleportational zoologic activation:
dig it.
get it?
it's a mole paw, duders.
unmolested, and intact,
cyle came by and dropped off a bucket of root vegetables,
and a prize winning perfect patch of pumpkins,
and a rototiller for hard-style hard-tine (y'heard?)
good-time gardenizing,
and spotted that ninja belly-up
and beginning to bloat in our backyard:
outside, topside, upside-down.
maybe he surfaced because the subterranean sonic booming
of my deep-rooted loud, fresh, hardness was causing seismic
shockwaves too intense for his sensitive system?
i hope not.
i'd hate to be the mutha-b!tch who punched his ticket.
more likely,
i think the clock just plain old ran out on this holy mole.
c'mon.
no?
y'see you read the last word in spanish.
palabra, amigos.
-
what do y'all know about tandem rock-hunting?
yeah?
well, me neither.
but me and my buddy george did some cedar post plantin',
and a little bit of stump puffin',
and a teenier bit of boulder appropriation.
from the washed out rockpiles of the woodsly goodness
to the grand gardens of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
beautification knows no limits,
and when help is at hand,
you can bet i'm shakin' it.
busy, busy, busy.
and that wasn't even all of it, either...
we've been on an entertaining explosion lately.
our young friend deanna came by
and hung curtain rods and sh!t with the wifey.
and hung around until the curtain call, y'all.
a longtime client of mine, mr. matt riordan,
and his bestie nicole from the bostonish realm
of weak-sauce asscrackachussetts are here, too.
he's gettin' tattbombed without mercy, manana,
and we collaborated on his hurtie-time imagery tonight.
that's right, hard-hearted haters,
if you ever came by,
you'd get to see the Fortress as well.
just sayin',
active is the key word in active participation.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.
a long day with good people,
doing good things,
having good times.
i'm grateful for the privilege and the pleasure.
wordimus prime.
now,
does anybody know how to preserve a mole paw?
i'm listening;
never quiet, never soft.....

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