apothecarious.

duders,
my kids know what's up.
dungeony dragony outdoor fort-building role-play
mystical wizard-type sh!t is how they get rad.
and sometimes,
when you're getting rad,
you need a little something extra, from the vaults.
the vaults of the ultimate super turbo-nerd dungeon master, y'heard?
wu-TANG!
yep.
a cache of crucial apothecary elements is just what the doctor ordered.
and by doctor,
i mean thaumaturge from the wolds and wilds of the woodsly goodness;
and by that,
i mean me, of course.
who else is a worthy warrior poet of dorkiness and fantasy monster sh!t.
check the casks of druid-healing-style teleport:

yeah.
we take jars and upcycle them into the new hottness.
active participation is the name of our crafty little game, neighbors.
we doo-doo that anti-werewolf curse powder jauns, for sure.
the kids made 'em themselves.
i helped with the burning and the boiling and the buying, for sure,
but they got fresh with their inescapable victorious viking DNA business.
nature wins,
and woodsly goodfellows can't escape their individual infinite affinities.
it's the truth.
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another 'nother thursday,
and another unhealthy overdose of thunder.
tattbombs and togetherness,
family times and hard times,
treats for our faces,
trials for our hearts...
today, kids, it's all really happening,
just like every day;
never quiet, never soft.....