upgrades.

once in a while,
i find some of that good stuff.
y'know?
like,
it must've gotten aboard the wrong truck-
and instead of arriving at it's intended culturally-informed
and open-minded globally-aware destination,
it ended up here.
yeah.
the woodsly goodness.
the remote and retarded realm of big rocks and small minds.
is that mean?
oh, really?
well,
i'll bet most mincey mountain meat-mound necktards would assume
that i'm about to eat a pinch of poison.
at least,
if they were inclined to ever actually read this thing...
don't believe me?
check the teleport:

see?
i told you.
sumac.
i GOT they.
hahaha.
yup.
sumac is what's up,
and it's NOT the sh!t that made you itchy that one time, neighbors.
take it easy.
it's that expert middle eastern spice,
ground down from berries on a bush,
and used with all it's lemony piquant powers for added activation on
mesopotamian delicacies.
word up.
most importantly,
for those of you who know what's really 'hood-
it's a key elemental component upgrade,
and it is essential for elevating my falafel game to eleven.
no joke.
but,
how did it get here?
it wandered onto the shelves of our friendly neighborhood t.j.maxx.
guys.
i kind of love it there.
ugh.
am i an old mom all of a sudden?
maybe.
i'm just sayin',
where else cani scoople up metallic glitter nail polish,
flippy-floppies,
coconut sugar,
and turkish falafel seasoning, and still look at hats and underwear?
and still be in the rural reaches of the white mountainous forest realm?
yuuuuuuup.
the teej.
that incongruent department store for castaways and cutouts,
has come through yet again.
and i'm reaping the rewards in dark red dopeness....
it makes a fella want to F* up a few falafels, a.s.a.p.
mmmmm.
***********
days off are for raking?
ew.
i did a little bit of that,
but then i remembered how much i dislike that sort of thing,
and i started baking treats in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress instead.
i've got enough leaves still littering the beds and banks of the garden to
keep me blistered and bent for weeks on end.
that sucks balls.
but,
treats do not.
days off are for baking!
i've got a new system in place-
a little ball-bitin' back-breakin' hard work yard work,
and then an oven full of elite cakes and cookies and that.
the piles of leaves can't compare or compete with a plate
of pipin'-hot cookies from straight out of the hotbox.
that's a thing.
all of that is done for another 'nother week, however,
and it's time to get back to zip-zappin' on stoopidheads
who've never heard of sumac outside of the backyard nuisance softwood.
ah well,
i've got what i need right here,
and i'll be home again before too long.
little things make a big difference, at all times;
never quiet, never soft.....