eight forty-four post meridiem.

it's fall, now.
or, more precisely,
tonight at almost nine o'clock,
the woodsly goodness i live in is gonna officially switch to autumn.
as the sun moves into place, the season starts off right
with an equatorial balance of light and darkness.
and that's great if you live on earth's bloated waistline...
but this far north, though,
the light is failing and fadind and the equilibrium is far from stable.
we're leaning towards certain doom and unascertainable amounts
of deep, dark, cold, old, and busted hourly awfulness.
it may or may not get much worse, starting now.
what?
oh, stop it.
there's a save-your-game checkpoint right here;
a rally, relay, regroup and/or retreat milestone marker
for the year and for our lives and for all of it as it's happened so far.
yeah.
today is really the day.
the first day.
of autumn.
teleport:

yes.
what do we do now?
i guess we take a minute and take a look back-
at the seasons, past, and passed time.
ugh.
soooo,
how's 2013 shaping up so far for you, neighbors?
i mean,
this is the third act.
that's the big one.
the all-out go-for-broke big busy business of climaxes, crescendos,
attacks, and assassinations, recriminations, resolute dissolutions,
as well as attractions, defenses, repulsions, revelations and
is totally and completely destined to start poppin' off and activating
and unfolding along some very loosely scripted plotted points
and uncharted improvisational freestyle warrior-style mutha-F*ing poetry.
think i'm kidding?
really?
what are you?
some kind of an A*-hole?
c'mon.
this is what is all really happening.
yeah, yeah, yeah- for what it's worth, i'm a pretty emotional man,
but when it's time to play my part, and know my role,
i also emote like a ham-fisted ham,
a scenery-chewing overactor,
and a fully-'tarded meltdown reactor through each and every line.
all the world's a stage?
perhaps.
if so, then i way overdo it, duders.
i add the hot fire and the explosions to it.
the glitter confetti and the sparkle magic and all that.
why?
because too much is the right amount, obviously.
and because dramabombs are the only acts of terror i commit these days.
jeez.
there's an exclamatory aside added as punctuation to the conclusion
of every innermost secret thought in my fully-autumnally-actuated brain.
it's all that loud, fresh, and hard sh!t, y'know?
yeah.
you do know.
brutal berserker barbarian battle-beastly bard-type stories.
that's the way we do it.
churlish, surly, sourpussed stormswept last-ditch last-act built-up
barrel-assed battering ram blurted bluster, bravado, and brutishness.
why?
we're gaining momentum as the year loses traction,
we're speeding up as the seasons slow down,
we're giving it our all while the world is giving up....
because we all know that in the denouement
anybody who is any good has already been all kinds of killed up,
and everybody else gets to regret all the rest of it from now on.
it's all really happening.
and the spotlight is on us.
*
fall.
yep.
the verb.
like fall down.
more like fail.
more like fatal.
some things are better than other things;
never quiet, never soft.....