discoverers' day.

duders,
this moon has got me activated.
transitions are afoot.
and not just the animorphism of the wolfen, either.
i'm on some skaldic shaman skinshifter sh!t.
blue night lightbeams and bald-faced balderdash
are the only two things on tonight's menu.
staying up late and letting those reflected refractory
rays seep into and soak up the spirits and memories
of these past few Perfect Fall Days.
neighbors,
the brutal beauty level of peak foliage season
in the northern new englandy white-style mountains
goes deep into the dopeness of the eleventh-level
turbo triumphant natural resplendence of victory.
y'know,
nature wins.
hunting season gets lame in a little minute,
but between now and then,
the tourists are gone,
the rainbow array of gay-colored leafy greenery
is getting gold, copper, bronze and brass-burnished,
and the silver slivers of leaking luminescence
have got the days and the nights completely
supersaturated in EXPERTism.
i am grateful for the times as they unfold before me.
werewolfen berserker fury,
simmering seasonal affectations,
and a worthy swath of workless weekend,
without my wifey,
are all in store for the next couple of revolutions.
serious circadian ghost rings are rippling away,
and severe symptoms of battle-beastliness and underway.
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oh, and it's discoverers' day.
look it up.
i'm on that discovery jauns, y'all.
woodlands, and woodsheds, and weapons
are all awaiting my happenstance
and helping hands, sans teeth,
to be interacted with and appreciated.
i'm ready.
*
guess what i had for dinner?
who cares!?!
it wasn't falafel,
and that's all that i really cared about.
ah, falafel, i'd miss you more if secret stashes of your
gonzo garbanzo gastric catastrophes weren't
bursting like bombs from my bellyhole...
it's so good on the way down,
and so soothing for a few seconds once it's there,
but that aftermath is a real mutha-F*, ninjas.
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how come we can never just have like, a salad?
.......especially delicious;
never quiet, never soft.....