winded.

aaaaand now it's fall.
suddenly,
it's just cold and dark.
luckily,
there are little things to brighten my time,
and heat it to a more appropriate temperature.
yep,
and it's all because my friends are better than yours.
check the p.o.box-type teleport:

pieced-together cut-paper picture postcards?
yes please.
i love getting mail.
that's a thing.
and a color-coordinated, packing-tape sealed
environmentally-protected poem-backed piece of mail art?
that's expert.
yeah.
and always appreciated.
i just said it was cold, too, right?
uh-huh.
but i got the remedy for that yesterday, too.
check the wrapped-around-my-neck-3-time-type teleport:

c'mon.
a cowl of infinity loops and infinite nature and autumnal colors.
a connected coil of crocheted coolness to keep me warm.
which is to say, also expert.
this rock just sits, and is,
and sometimes that's what we need.
***********
duders,
i tattooed two people, together, like in a row,
who were celebrating their second divorce apiece.
from each other.
i can't tell you how much better i felt in the face of that.
i mean,
i'm a hopeless case of romantic intentions.
that's no jokes.
but doubling down, and falling short,
twice, in a row?
and then still hanging out to celebrate afterwards?
...and the dude paid for both??
yeah.
i'm doing a little bit of alright,
compared to what i could be getting involved in.
damn.
there's hard styles,
and then there's hard styles, y'all.
i'm starting to notice the subtleties and differences.
***********
and what else is going on?
umm, well,
there's the thing with the big piece of F*ing tree, neighbors.
yeah.
a F*ing tree branch decided to quit hanging on.
y'know?
it just gave up, let go, and crashed down into splinters
on the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
metal roof mayhem, y'all-
the whole house moved,
and the tin top is dented all to sh!t.
expert?
...probably.
as if i didn't already hate wind,
the whipping warpath of worsening wooden wreaking
of snapped limbs and bashed bits of house has
surely and completely affirmed my odious attitude towards
the conflict between warm and cool.
uh-huh.
when the two types of temperature collide,
the air gets moving, and really makes sure to ruin my day....
its been swirling through the sky for days now,
biting into my bones and breaking my balls, as it were.
there's sure to be more changes headed over the mountains,
soaring and tumbling and pressing their claims to my days and nights.
it's all really happening,
and it all starts with this blowing b!tch of a weather pattern;
never quiet, never soft.....