Thursday, December 22

winter.

brrrrrrrrrrr.
the winter solstice has arrived,
and the bitter cold and grey season
is now reinstated, activated, and fully operational.
happy mutha-F*ing winter, neighbors.
three months of official brutal buffeting barbarian tundra.
and when we add in last month's full-fledged pre-season,
and the first two or three technically springtime months....
yep.
the woodsly goodness experiences roughly half a year
of savage stormswept raging gypsy weather.
it's just that today is the darkest day of that whole span.
uh-huh.
i think the sun may peek out from behind these rainy clouds
and then immediately set behind the mountains,.
it's a high-speed horizon-to-horizon arc,
and it's happening right this moment.
winter's bone?
yeah.
it's probably a lower extremity.
huh?
that's right.....
a foot.
c'mon.
beatus est pes, my ninjas.
y'all need to make the pilgrimage to the mountaintop
and pay homage at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
to the earthly remains, ghost-circular spirit,
and semi-corporeal memory
of saint elevenus of the immaculate immolation.
that's the patron saint of hot fire and really-realness.
you know it.
he's kickin' it up here,
or at least his foot is, b!tches.
oh, stop it.
winter times, duders.
cold and lonely and busted.
it's also the first day of crap-ricorn too.
that's a double cosmic check and change.
the world is in flux, y'all.
circumspect sacrosanct circumstances an' sh!t.
we GOT they.
today is most especially the day-
in fact, friends,
it's the very lovely and talented miss maple star's berfday!
yeah!!
a decade of daughterly dopeness.
ten revolutions around the sun, son!
in a row, even.
both my little bitty baby girlie-girls
are reppin' those double digits now.
holy crapola, kids.
time.
just like always.
flyin' when i'm havin' fun,
and slippin' away during the rest of the moments,
we'll be delivering rock blocks
and vegan cuppiecakes and family togetherness
from us to them,
from here to there,
and to eleven the whole time.
that's what's up.
the XI-mas battle royale connecticut 'itis extravaganza.
it begins right now;
never quiet, never soft.....

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