sunspots.

solar flares,
northern lights,
cloud rainbows...
we GOT those tasty sky signs, kids.
that's for real.
all dang day long,
the firmament was illuminated with epic action.
i was busy driving all over the flippin' place,
but i still saw it above the woodsly goodness,
and the rustic maine-ness,
and even the dingy land of atlantic seaport maritime magic.
yeah.
even portland was under the rainbow bridge to valhalla.
and you ca believe we needed some of that
viking varangian viciousness as we sharkbit our way
through yet another gluttonous afternoon of stuffing too much
food into our cavernous calamitous craws.
and we've got some sore, stuck craws up here in any event-
i thought maybe a day off and a digestive demolition derby
would shake loose some of our harbored resentments,
or maybe the actual harbor would excise some sourness,
but alas, neighbors,
it's now full dark outside,
the sunshow is well over,
and the hardest of styles are yet to even reach maturity.
back to work,
back to the grind,
back to the deep dirty hard-style pounding.
it was rather windy all day...
maybe some change is inevitable.
northern lights like green ribbons of midgard serpentine
insinuation and fenris werewolfen wrath.....
white mountain ragnarok,
white mountain albie rock.,
white mountain tattoo.
all one thing,
and if it isn't one thing, it's another.
it's what's happening.
and there's a sundering spirit spitting it's spurious fury
directly at my face.
what am i saying?
concentrated concentric cryptic craptology, kids-
maybe less-than-none of you ninjas even have half an idea,
and maybe even that's a stretch;
never quiet, never soft.....