framed.

yeah!
duders,
my duders are dope.
that's a thing.
custom handcrafted woodsly goodness
for my walls, y'all?
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
thatcher graves gets busy with the woodworks.
and it works for me, neighbors.
one special-order special-delivery,
measured, mitred, sanded, and stained specifically
to surround the scenes i paint on paper.
frame it up, yo:

i'm psyched, kids.
that's the truth.
why does it look so rich and luxurious?
because walnut wood is what's up.
that ninja knows how to do fine finish carpentry
and worthwhile woodsman-type jauns.
lucky for me, he's also well versed in
gratitude and generosity.
the viking virtues of What Is.
for what it's worth,
these young bloods get it.
making the most of each minute,
with concentrated concentric overlaps and interactions,
because if this is our time
(and it always is, isn't it?)
then what excuse do we have not to?
worthy warriors of poetic justice an' that,
with skillsets in full effect and useful traits
that they all bring to the table.
what we've got here is the beginnings of an
ungentle manliness club.
huh?
you know it-
the Folk Life & Liberty Fusiliers Activation Society?
believe it, b!tches.
we participate in the unfolding events of really real life,
as it's all origami-ing in reverse all around us;
and as it happens, we take notice,
and take a part in taking it apart.
dismantling and reassembling, kids-
that's just how it's done;
never quiet, never soft.....