gratitude.

what goes great with family togetherness,
and effective affectionate active participation?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
hot mutha-flippin' fire!

c'mon.
the heat being thrown off by the raging blazes of woodsly goodness
serves as a sentimental reminder about the remainder of these days.
no matter how bleak, black, cold, and empty the void appears,
somewhere,
there is a light that heats it all up and brightens even the deepest darkness.
teleport:

optimism?
uh-huh.
i mean, i've got kids up here, duders:

two hot fuego-a-go-go valkyries from the far flung reaches of the future.

harvest.

and maple.
two different kinds of super-expert activation,
made with love out of berserker barbarianism and scalding skaldic warrior poetry.
so go easy.
we gotta raise these little ladies right, alright?
so i'm setting a positive example with direct, dedicated, and determined deeds.
...be honest. be real. be dope. be worthy of the life you want...
all that kind of inspirational bullsh!t.
we make it happen, because we have to.
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i am grateful for the time i have been given, neighbors.
no lie.
i'm as surprised as you are,
all things considered,
but i'm thankful for the life i've got.
(if only because i sure as sh!t don't want anyone else's)
so that's what's up.
gratitude, y'all.
for each and every cavernous cavity of calamity;
all these long nights, hard times, and empty F*ing beds.
there is only ever more of this stuff,
and it keeps happening,
over and over and over and over.
it's been nine almost-interminable months of hopeless, loveless,
terribly temperamental mental and emotional disconnectedness an' that.
plus an overabundance of disconcerting indifference and drastic downward spirals.
like it or not,
ready or not,
it's all really happening.
but the worst is over.
instead of wallowing in the weak-sauce of divorce and despair,
we're wildin' out on some full-term nine-month neonatal bouncing baby barbaric savage
stormswept raging berserker battle-beastly gypsy hot fire feasting and fury.
it never stops.
the secret universal plan unfolds sevenfold for every perfect square that bisects
each and every concentric circle of spirit and memory.
there are echoes of everywhere and everywhen in the minutes that make up these moments,
because today is the sunovab!tching day, neighbors.
believe it.
so give thanks,
but there's only ever going to be more of all of this.
the burden gets heavier tomorrow,
so enjoy the weight of the world today,
because it's lighter than you think.

the dark is only as deep as your perception is shallow.
there is a light that never goes out.
happy thanksgiving, friends;
never quiet, never soft.....