labor.

it's not always about what you do, duders.
it's about how you do it.
infinite natures,
infinite potentials,
infinite affinity for that Folk Life & Liberty.
all of that, like most big action,
starts out as small ideas and sh!t:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we take rural really realness to eleven, neighbors.
so,
do you know how we do?
and i mean, we,
as in the worthy warriors representing
past futures up here in the woodsly goodlsy realm.
how do we do what we do?
yep.
we participate......actively.
loud, fresh, hard.
and hardly ever without some hot fire
and a strike or two of viking lightning.
that's word.
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it's labor day,
and that goes double for me.
get it?
because i'm laboring all damn day.
yet another 'nother summer holiday where i'm zipzappin'
some sh!t-hot crap on all these third-day-off-in-a-row
doo-doo ninjas who need to spoon over all their bottom-dollar
movie checks in exchange for a mounded, mountainous,
meted-out heaping helping of hubris-enriched harm
and ham-fisted hurtfulness.
there's a time and a place for flipping the F* out like
a berserker savage of scorn and sarcasm.
that time is all the time, and that place is everywhere.
yeah!!
today is the day,
like a werewolf;
like a battle-bard;
like a Fusilier;
like a man;
just sayin'.
it's the how that matters.
*
guns!!!
that's been the cathartic catalyst for creativity lately.
check out the professional appreciation i enact
when handling that old-time hand-cannon hottness!
teleport:

that's a face worth a few words, huh?
kids,
i love guns.
i especially love shotguns.
check out the blurry fury of a flurry of burly activity:

uhhhhh,
that's absolutely what had to happen.
a bolt or two, from a pair of gaping side-x-side holes,
belting out a ballad of barbarian badassery
into the universe like a thunderheaded smoke-signal
from the battlements of true-storyland?
indeed.
we do these things.
dressed in white-people clothes at that.
that's no joke, either:

like i said.
we keep it classy.
the how is what's essential here.
we do it right,
and we take it to where it needs to go.
i guess we're chauffeurs for that flavorful Folk Life jauns.
getaway-car wheelmen riding into the great escapades
of the great north woods;
never quiet, never soft.....