snow on the mountain.

yuuuuuuup.
mount washington is blanketed in snow, gang.
ugh.
it's too soon.
i mean, there was snow up there until practically july,
and now it's back?
poop-boat explosions, for sure.
that's new england weather, duders.
sixty degrees down here in the valley,
two degrees up there on the summit.
i guess we're reppin' winter in september.
we're on that northern exposure action.
i mean,
we're pretty high up there on the map.
longitude and latitude,
and that's not all, y'all...
it's really about altitude, neighbors.
that pointy peak stalls the clouds on it's spire,
and they in turn unload their precipitation
all over it's crown.
dirty.
y'heard, me?
it makes for pretty pictures, at least,
but i'm abstaining on principle.
keep your photo opportunities,
and give me my mutha-ucking indian summer back.
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settling.
it's on my mind.
not like homesteaders' pioneering, either.
conestoga wagons and staking claims on the frontier
is turbo-dope, without question.
and not even like potato crisps,
where there's the same amount in the bag,
but they're just not as fluffy.
compact concentration is on the ones, as well.
i'm referring to settling.
y'know, like,
accepting less-than,
instead of just-right.
and just-right, as we all already know,
is precisely quantified as too-much.
the whole object is actually always more.
and that makes settling some seriously weak sauce.
it's been kind of an ongoing thing around here lately-
determining if not having duders around
if they can't pass muster during routine evaluation,
is better than having the doo-doo duders,
who seem to teem and abound,
bound around in a middling, mewling mass
of turdsplosive tepidity.
lukewarm milquetoastiness can't be confused
for true hottness.
how could it?
so,
where are all my really-real grit-grimy ninjas at?

that's a good question.
there are a few meritous moths floating around,
but their small numbers are indicative of
their elite status.
exceptions and exemptions aren't invited.
if excuses gotta get made for your b!tch-A*,
if you're settling, instead of striving,
if terms like 'potential' get used to describe a ninja,
then you're not rad enough to ride this ride.
eleven is the only level worthy warriors represent.
just be dope is no joke, son.
-
minimums exist to create standards,
and standards are not exceptional, y'all.
for real,
sub-standards are, by definition, even flippin' worse.
but to be fair,
high standards don't wow me much either.
you duders know what i want?
i want high standards to seem like entry-level jauns,
and hard, loud, fresh, stormswept savage berserker barbarian
battle-beastly, lightning-striking viking fury to be the price of
admission to Folk Life & Liberty.
on the real.
to eleven like an expert.
right?
settling can suck all the balls, y'all.
just be dope.
or F* right off.
fact;
never quiet, never soft.....