impromptu reunions.

dan and mike are here.
word up.
my ace ninja from back in the ol' days,
dan dealy,
active participant and full-time just-be-dopeist,
and his younger brother mike,
are repping a sleepover party in the woodsly goodness.
two more menfolk to balance out the power an' that.
six sucka-free souls holed up away from the biting winds
in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that makes for a full house, neighbors.
we're rockin' tattbombs, burritos, and woodstove warmth
on a cold, blustery, below-freezing evening.
taking solace from our interactive dialogues
in our so-fresh sanctuary well apart from
the jam-packed masses of massholes who're
taking up space, invading the area, and ruining the scene.
but those waterbabies aren't ruining our scene, y'all.
because we're doo-dooing that holiday season hottness.
and we're activating it together.
it's been awhile since i've had a chance to hang out with my homies.
i'm grateful for being able to do so tonight.
the wind is howling.
roaring, really.
loud, fresh, and hard,
a stormswept savage raging gypsy gusting gale,
in full regalia, regaling us with a tale of arctic tundra,
blistering blight, and wintry woe.
the answers are blowin' in on it,
the scent of change and the reek of war are wafting from it,
and it's all really happening as i type.
windsweeping warcries from the skies, kids.
listen to that whistling wail of nature's winning way;
never quiet, never soft.....