stop holding your breath.

so, duders,
the statistical information available tells me
that the very least number of people possible
read this collection of true stories of real life
on the weekends.
uh-huh.
just about nobody will even see this,
and that's just the way i like it, neighbors.
you active participants and dedicated lurking jerks,
can check the teleport:

kitsune.
y'know,
some kind of watercolored foxy facepiece?!
yeah.
it takes the woodsly goodness a fairly long time to
catch up to those ninjas from the rest of the world...
tricksy tricksters and sly vixens fixin' to ride?
eventually,
artsy sh!t does happen;
less often than ever, up here, anyway,
but when it does?
uh-huh.
i'll snap a shot of that rarity for you guys.
but there will not be background.
that's a thing.
hard styles and harp players and long flippin' days.
all of it keeps happening;
never quiet, never soft.....