hot fire, and presents.

(two posts again today, buddy- but with plenty of pictures to help you along)
berfday berserker barbarian battle-beast blazing biers?
yep.
pyres for fires, and so many burning brands and branches, are what's up.
i doo-doo that hot fiery fury in the dark of night in the dead of winter.
why?
because it's dope!
duh.
you guys like all the self portraits, these days?
no?
well,
then this isn't gonna impress you much either....
teleport towards the wolf-eyed warrior of fireside active participation:

that's my new hat, again.
what?
yeah.
that's right-
they pom-poms, b!tch!
*
my preparations paid off a thousandfold in dividends of light and heat and smoke.
that's right, neighbors.
i spanned an expanse of space in a spun spellbound seance of silence and solitude
in the ghost rings and spirit circles of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
from just one lonesome spark, a tower of glowering glowing infernal flames was born.
check the timeline teleport, y'all:

uh-huh.
a single match is all it took to get it cookin',
and within a minute, a beacon in the woodsly goodness was signaling to the skies
that commemorative concentric circles of truth and trial had commenced.

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
from there, things progressed apace-
the line of light stretched up and away, and the forest realm was illuminated.

c'mon!
that's that minas morgul magic witch-king jauns, y'all.
nice.
*
the snow was melting, and steaming, and an open-air sauna got activated.
expert?
you betcha.
there's a specific kind of excellence that a well-wrought fire evokes.
i needed it, my ninjas.
hard.
and i'm awfully glad i got to get it.

i may have been all alone,
but the spirits and memories, y'know, the woldengeists an' that,
were all with me.
me and my thoughts and a powerfully strong roaring raging ragnarok reverie.
nature and the elements therein,
that's all there was, and that's all there is.
hot fire, friends.
word up.
***********
i went out to dinner with jessica.
yeah.
oh, it was weird, for sure, but it really happened.
the restaurant recently flipped the script on it's menu, too,
so all the added extra buttery b!tch-sap and butchered body-parts
made for some interesting ordering a la carte.
it's always something kids.
lucky for me,
my homegirl elsah also stopped by, between dinner and dessert,
and dropped off a great big bag of presents for my F*ing face.
believe it, brother.
it's like i told you already-
my friends are better than yours.
that's no jokes, jerks.
check out the highlight delight she delivered to my doorstep:

what a knocker!
who's there?
winged green man!
winged green man who?
nope.
we're not doing that, guys.
-
i am really very lucky in almost all ways,
save the one i want and need the most.
i'm grateful for the time, and the place, and the people i have been gifted with.
i also appreciate the irony of the absent keystone in this archetypal archway.
it's all really happening,
categorically incomplete and comprehensively inconclusive;
never quiet, never soft.....