goat stuff.

goats are dope.
that's a thing.
on the ones.

and sometimes,
art imitates life,
and that is also dope.
teleport:

yeah!
thatcher graves is killin' it, kids.
by sawing and sanding and filing and profiling,
he's taking that woodsly goodfellow craftsmanship sh!t
to the next levels of cut-out coolness.
...and that's for realsies.
your favorite Folk Life crappy capricorn is SO gonna cut
the (soy)cheese on the fresh face of that fancy board.
yep.
as usual,
my peoples know how to get rad.
just sayin',
if they didn't have those hard-styled worthy warrior
poetic participatory principles,
they wouldn't be On The List.
believe that, neighbors.
word up.
it's a pretty damn short list.
***********
speaking of getting active via participation-
michael holmes is here.
like, right here.
in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
and that's dope.
thirteen hours on a bus?
from philadelphia?
just to rep the fryeburg fair and catch up on the last
couple of years of continental separation?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
man,
i'll bet his updates are way more uplifting than mine.
hahaha.
misery loves company,
but company rarely invites misery.
we'll see how it goes,
but i'm feeling pretty lucky regardless.
i've got the full-spectrum of people activating the nutrients
that compose, comprise, and reprise the kind of life
i'm trying to cultivate.
old times' sakes and sh!t, kids.
friends from the past,
duders from the now,
making moves towards the future.
it's happening;
never quiet, never soft.....