it is always better with that furious fuego
blazing inside the stone ghost circle in my
heroic natural open-air warrior arena
at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's a real thing.
i had a whole bunch of duders over after dinner,
and we let the conversation flow,
the smoke billow,
the wood combust,
and the light, heat, and power exchange forms
as the potential was converted to the actual.
yeah.
a towering inferno of searing sexiness.
i'd been saving it special for just such an occasion.
todd, ted, thatcher, autumn, and me-
staying sweaty, roasting and toasting on a brisk
august evening of hard styles and clear skies.....
neighbors,
are you getting it?
hot fire and fusiliers bringing it all back together?
that's the way it should pretty much always be.
*
so,
i'm about to reactivate and maybe even overreactivate
some extra-empty lonesome long weekend wizardry.
what?
oh.
that means that nobody besides me and olive the dog
are currently occupying this massive and expansive manse.
uh-huh.
it's only for a little mini-minute, in the larger picture,
but we're back on that tag-team werewolf sh!t
for the next few days and nights.
me and my very own battle-beast,
hangin' out, eating sad sandwiches, watching bad televison,
riding big, sexy bicycles inside the living room/great hall...
y'all,
are we about to get expert?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
don't be dumb.
you already know we doo-doo that fully-immersed, enmeshed,
intermingled and interwoven allegory of man's best friend
as a literal and figurative disappointment-type jauns.
suckie dog, suckie dude, suckie times.
it's all really happening,
right here in the woodsly goodness.
you don't agree?
really?
then who's coming over to keep us company?
you?
oh, right, you're busy....on a sunday night.
uh-huh.
cool.
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these mountains?
dope.
i'm looking around,
and everything in sight is pretty flippin' rad.
there's a place for us.
a time and place for us.
somewhere.
here?
i think so;
never quiet, never soft.....
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