hats.

a brand new homemade upcycled
repurposed fabric activational red cap, my ninjas.
that's how i got rewarded for a fat pile
of active participation on an interpersonal basis.
huh?
oh,
check the teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's some handstitched previously shirt cloth
currently transformed into hat-type styles of
nutrient-rich headwear for my perpetually big dome.
oh, and that so IS a F*ing totoro, yo.
thanks to my little bitty teensy-tiny young homegirl,
sweet de,
she doo-doos that stitchy sh!t for my face.
it fits great, it's pure zissou color,
and it's mythologically accurate.
what's that, duders?
oh,
c'mon.
you know...powries.
murderous dwarven waylayers of wayfarers an' that.
i'm into it.
just sayin'.
***********
there are no time outs, kids.
just time away.
i'm on that jauns like a professional.
time away from the fortress,
time out of the house, on that travel-time time travel
from here into the past,
by just one hour, for some parade day may day
belated celebratory active participation with
some of my most dedicated motivated enervated ones.
or,
a molto ambitious mutha-'ucka, and his peoples.
*
shame on the rest of ya'll.
that's right.
so far,
the only reciprocating member of my unofficial
postcard club are my neighbors from the even more north.
for serious,
i've only gotten one card in response to my
competent and coherent communiques to the future,
from the right flippin' now-
check the teleport, and recognize where realness lives:

uh-huh.
berlin, new hampshire gets busier than you.
temporally and situationally site-specific subject matter?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
hang your heads, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....72