if you don't know,

now you know, ninjas.
i'm sure this means nothing to almost all of y'all,
but check out the modock millworks custom sporterizer job
on my election day activationary revolutionizer remington express magnum.
teleport:

um.
that's what the F* is up, neighbors!
(look closely-it's loaded, stoopidheads)
that notch may not seem like any kind of a big deal, but only if you don't know that
it sure as sh!t wasn't there when we started.
it's custom, son, and it's exactly the type of hard-style, subtle,
performance enhancing aftermarket modification jauns that makes this a 'grey' gun.
the grey man, friends.
that's high-concept readiness business.
and it's precisely what's poppin' on that pump-action power-howitzer.
one drill hole, two slits, some spindle sanding, and a color-match stain swatch.
a relatively straightforward process that represents innovation in firearm readiness,
and turbo-fresh speed reloads and enhanced cartridge access
with marginally altered factory standard equipment.
this walnut gunstock furniture upgrade was performed by thatcher graves.
that's the duder with the wood working skills.
fact.
the activation society has many facets,
and we just added another 'nother one.
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who watched it get dark quick and stay dark long?
uh-huh.
everybody with eyes, prob'ly.
there's snow and sluch and rain causing achy joints and weary bones up here.
the woodsly goodness is known for having a hard style in the heart of winter.
the thing is,
winter starts early, and stays late when you're dwelling and residing in the mountains.
it's a discordant dirge of dismal skies and even drearier grounds.
awwwwwww, man.
the hills are undead with the sound of music-
and my heartstrings are definitely tuned in a minor key, kids.
so the sour sounds of savage stormswept gypsy hot-fiery harpy harpists
are all i can hear as the blood carries the tune it up to my ears.
haunted houses and phantasms in the Fortress, friends.
comedy, tragedy, and history, simultaneously performed in a one-man show.
punchlines and punch-drunk at-faultlines, endlessly repeating themselves today and every day.
it's all always really happening,
and it never gets any better, only easier to describe;
never quiet, never soft.....