burn it down.

FIRE!
yeah.
it's good for you, neighbors.
prime elemental barbarian nature sh!t,
for your mutha-F*ing faces.
hmm?
yeah.
the sounds and smells and sights of burning
are all totally and completely expert.
believe me-
we are all always all about that up here.
teleport:

mmmhmmm.
a radder-than-ever pillar of square-stacked kindling,
freshly split, and piled high.
it started life in the late afternoon like this:

word.
i got it ready early,
because doing it in the dark isn't as much fun.
(ummmmmm, sometimes, anyway)
i like to see the pregame process in the natural light of the daytimes.
is that weird?
probably not,
since being ready is better than looking stoopid.
and also,
i thought there'd be girls around.
i was predictably pretty flippin' incorrect about that.
still,
building a doo-doo buttery nighttime stack just isn't as sexy
as a prepared in advance got-my-sh!t-together-type jauns.
obviously.
it's not easy always being expert.
or is it?
that's hard to say,
especially when hard styles and long nights are combined
with good people and special events.
y'know?
yeah.
of course you do, duders.
because expert recognize expert.
that's how we found each other, after all.
duh.
i think that's just a thing.
but, eventually, it all burns up and fades away.
awwwwwwwwww.
teleport again for me:

nighttime ends softly.
it always does.
dawn cracks, and breaks,
but night slips off silently before that.
the height of good manners is knowing when to leave, after all.
somewhere between the deepest dark and the rosiest glow of today,
we made it all really happen the very best that we could.
i'm grateful for the time i've been given.
it's never unfolding the way i think it's gonna,
but it's all certainly a whole heck of a lot better than it should be.
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....