we just got here,
and our minds are already blown.
you got that, kids?
blown.
like,
the contents from inside of my dashing, graying,
glad dad-dome are on the outside now.
neighbors,
we are putting the great big fat F U in fun!
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
today is actually the day, duders.
since waking up before the dawn's early A*crack
hit the tarmac with it's first bright and shiny reveal,
me and harvest and maple,
and my incredibly fresh, hot wifey
have been getting one hundred and eleven percent expert.
...and that's a fact.
vacation translated into real talk means not giving
even one half of a sh!t,
and flipping out so hard all over the place.
basically,
it's just like being a berserker barbarian battle-beast bard,
but with more rides.
there's not much woodsly,
but there's plenty of grandparental goodness,
and we can all hang out with some of THAT
super dope family togetherness.
my in-laws scoopled up an elite get-rad pad.
for real,
check the teleport:
that's what's up.
*
hot, sweaty florida flatness,
and impending themed amusements
in site-specific douchebrain-washing.
we're on it.
lounging around,
leisurely strolling,
and generally relaxing,
but with all our might.
even our taking it easy becomes a savage,
raging, stormswept affair.
day one, duders.
underway.
it's all really happening.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and to the active participatory patrons
who've made this jaunty little jig possible.
-
no kissing, no books,
and a valentine's day of doo-doo buttery dreadfulness
make today so much better, too.
actually,
there is a book,
but the only kissing in it has been with a ghost so far.
swamplandia!,y'all.
and get this-
it's set in florida.
site-specific for your lavarle-cerebro blowin' brains.
word up.
oh,
and the kids are seriously crapping their pants
watching anoles get rad on big ugly bugs.
lizards eating insects their own size?
nature wins, mother-F*ers;
never quiet, never soft.....
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