F*!!

duders,
something is wrong.
with blogger, or my computer,
or both,
or some other other third thing.
i can't post pictures, at ALL,
and i have so much to show you guys, too.
awwwwwwww.
i guess we'll just have to wait until a solution
rears it's applicably apt head,
and cures this crappy calamity from my screen.
ugh.
technology is for A*holes.
so,
what am i?
an A*hole?
turns out, more often than not,
i AM.
yep.
but i'm also kind of an expert.
that's real.
these days, kids,
i'm an expert at enduring.
mostly,
i just somehow don't die, or stop, or quit,
and that gets counted as a win, or at least a tie,
but never ever as a forfeiture,
because giving up and giving in aren't part
of choosing the wrench, kids.
i'm just a contestant y'all,
in some kind of unscored scrimmage up here
in the war torn wolds of the woodsly goodness.
letting every day go by, and then doing it again,
and again,
over and over and over.
tighten up, loosen up, unscrew, screw you.
not me, of course, even on wednesday.
hump day is more like a dromedary with scoliosis,
the big bumpin' is bent away,
and we're traveling across a desperate dry spell.
a drought,
where even a drip would be a refreshing draught.
it's not life, really.
it's something else.
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four bean chili, and homemade cornbread?
yum, ninjas.
i make delicious food to lure over hungry folks,
and then occupy their helping hands with active participation.
once they drop their spoons i mean.
neighbors,
it was a fume-huffing, skin-sloughing, oil smearing night
of cleaning and scrubbing and boar-bristle bore-brushing
on barrels and springs and triggers and sh!t.
yep.
after shooting guns comes cleaning guns,
and for realsies, friends,
i couldn't or at least wouldn't have done it without my friends.
keeping me company, keeping it real,
and making it all really happen.
that's the way to turn a tumultuous tuesday inside out
and make some meaningful experiences along the way/.
breaking bread and assembling firearms at the same
farm table at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress?
c'mon.
that's precisely the way it should always be.
***********
premises and promises,
preposterous posturing,
and predisposed depositions.
i'm learning things.
about people, places, and things;
never quiet, never soft.....7x27+1