the activation society.

social clubs are dope.
that's real.
but they aren't all the same, y'all.
that's even realer.
to wit,
the breakfast club comes to mind.
demented and sad, right? but social.
so in the intense interest of being dope and neither sad nor demented,
the worthiest warriors, poets, picturemakers, pugilists, and partygoers
in the northern hottness of this cold clime have been meeting up
and getting lively with it.
it?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
ALL of it.
the activation society is here, neighbors,
and it is F*ing exactly what this place needed,
and even moreso what I need, every single day.

word.
a group of elite hand-selected soldiers
getting busy with big fun, big business, and big action,
all the while initiating good times,
and snackin' up on expert treats,
shooting expert guns,
and participating in really-real life with turbo-rad hang outs
in the pursuit of Folk Life & Liberty,
right here in the woodsly goodness.
*
so, yeah,
that's what's up.
the last few days have been busy,
full of events, full of work, full of so many different kaleidoscopic
interactive overreactions and compliocations.
it's good, though, kids.
keeping busy means keeping my brain out of the swamps.
swamp schlampen brain is bad for everybody,
believe it.
instead,
this cadre of individualists, this collective of chieftains,
this council of shamanic druids and doo-doo duders,
this eleventh-level futuristic activation society,
is spanning time.
we make moves,
we get it in;
never quiet, never soft.....