fuego luego.

yup.
hot fire on cold nights is the best.
teleport:

duders getting it together, in the same place and at the same time?
yuuuuuuuuup.
expert.
we blazed some stinky jet black inky stumps,
and warmed our knees and knuckles by the red-orange glow of
some activation society embers an' that.
barbarians blaze for days, but an hour of powerful pagoda-type pyre sh!t
is enough to whet anybody's appetite for pumpkin pie and hot tea.
yeah.
check out these candid camera angles,
with the blurry, obscured, night-light gathering
long exposure, short-fused, shaky-handed, nicotine-trembling, sh!t-hot shots-
kids,
come along and check the teleport from the druidic demesne domicile
we all know and love as the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress :

todd.
that's almost like infra-red predator vision jauns, y'all.
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austin.
alien spotlight/abduction business, kids.
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teddy.
reppin' that jacob's ladder fidgetry, my ninjas.
that's a thing.
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...and least, as well as last?
uh-huh. yours truly.
big head, big beard, big stogie, big mouth.
awwwwwwwww, man.
participants, one and all.
makers of moves and appreciators of the finer things.
neighbors,
there may not be many of us,
but those there are have more value than most others.
fact.
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it's about being there when it happens.
and it's all happening all the time,
all over this woodsly goodness.
that's real.
*
it's a cold sunday in the mountains,
and it's promising to be another 'nother zero day.
nil.
nada.
a profitless patch of limited light.
yep.
it's not gotten any easier to notice the bright spots in broad day,
but it is a little bit better in the darkest hours of night.
it's always dimmest before dusk,
even when the setting sun is blindingly blazing on the horizon.
i don't get it, but i don't have to.
real life unfolds, friends,
and it never stops doing so;
never quiet, never soft.....