keep-awaylienated.

druids?
i don't know, y'all.
i mean.
some sort of shamanic fire-spit sh!t
has definitely been on the morning's agenda,
but mostly just to get woodsly and goodsly
and activated with barbarian sentimentalism.
i don't think i'm summoning any sacred spirits,
or invoking the evocations that create protection
from the bad mojo, ju-ju, vibes and jinxes that
permeate the ephemeral ether in between
here an elsewhere.
more like,
i have a drill and some twine and an idea
about what represents that savage stormswept 
windcatching driftwoodsly decor-type jauns,
and i've got the nimble spindly spider-fingers to 
make that sort of thing happen.
y'know?
so, no, no druids are getting overlapped in burlap
while i get busy being a bearded weirdie all by my lonely.
yeah.
so anyway,
this is where the teleport gets checked:

nature makes it, water breaks it, 
we collect it from it's forsaken resting place at the river's edge,
and then activate it, neighbors.

speaking of,
i'm sure my neighbors love 'em.
who wouldn't want some sticks and vines dangling like
lead weighted anchors around their property values.
awwwwwwwww.
that's what happens when i haven't got a woman's touch to
temper the tempests of temptation when the feeling hits me.
uh-huh.
5am braiding bits of burl and beads?
i doo-doo that early bird's eye stuff.
and i like it.
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every day is the same.
it's THE day.
the big action bigshot crapshoot 
for worth and value and expertism.
it's always happening.
even now;
never quiet, never soft.....