posting cards...

hey guys,
the clouds are stretched across the whole sky,
and across the whole woodsly goodness.
it's a foggy morning of dewy droplets
obscuring almost everything beyond a hand's span
away from my face an' that.
yuuuuup.
the edges are blurry,
the resolution is low,
and that's pretty much the way it is, was, and continues to be.
duders,
the rain was coming down in one solid uninterrupted
steady stream, a torrent, even,
and it washed away a whole stretch of my street.
of course,
that happens a few times a year-
i guess it's an innate form of job security,
courtesy of ma nature,
for the truckery road hogs of the town public workings.
i guess i can expect the trucks and F*ers to be guesstimating
gradients and gaveling gravel into the ground to shore up
the ersatz seashore that used to be the country roadway.
that's a thing.
repair work for unintended battle-damage, i mean.
i'm into it.
i finished a few postcards yesterday morning.
it's true.
so, neighbors,
be on the lookout in the next week,
your literal, physical mailbox is gonna receive some treats.
check the third series, volume one, via teleport:

you like 'em, dontcha?
yeah.
me too.
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it's been so long,
i've only been able to half remember what the F*
i was trying so hard to achieve at the onset of this year.
for serious, kids.
i suppose it was some over-complicated and self-serving
search-and-destroy mission for eliminating doubts,
eradicating weak sauce waterbabyishness,
and activating participation in an intimate environment;
(not that electronic monologues aren't romantic, right?)
the focus has shifted,
almost on target, except,
it seems instead like every day is today,
instead of THE day, y'heard?
the fog surrounding the Fortress isn't likely to burn off
with a sunshiny blaze of heat and light.
awwwwwww, man.
i expect that's inevitable.
isn't that the whole point of contingencies and plan B?
(not the morning after pill, c'mon)
the road washes away sometimes, kids.
the clouds become the air surrounding us,
the original mission gets compromised,
and we've got to get busy adjusting, adapting, evolving,
and making those mutha-uckin' moves,
magics,
and movie checks.
it's ALL really happening.
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oh, and by the way, kids:

yuuuuuuuuuup.
returning home from a super-sexy new haircut,
and what do you know, yo?
uh-huh.
the grader and instigator were in effect,
repairing the washout and erosion.
it's like those doozers, duders.
if you don't know,
you'd probably better ask somebody;
never quiet, never soft.....