leisure.

neighbors,
it felt like luxury.
huh?
last night, guys.
we went out for pizza.
which we already know is ALWAYS expert-
with fancy salads with terrible, stoopid beat-tasting gross beets,
and exxxtra-large pies,
covered by all the elite toppings (potatoes, zukes, sungold 'matoes)
before we returned to the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
and that sort of homecoming never ever ever gets old.
i can't say enough good things about how i feel when i'm home.
i can be surrounded and beset and beseiged on all sides by sh!t-salad suckiness,
and as a matter of course,
i often find myself in a penned-in, pent up poke of perceived peril....
but once i'm cocooned in the big, old, busted, woodsly, goodsly, warm wrapping arms
of my strapping mismatched manor?
i'm safe.
i'm on base.
i've got the force fields and wildflower fields of my chosen path,
and my appointed, anointed place to protect my more delicate bits,
and shelter my small, secret sensitive sensibilities from the perpetual pugilism
of the wider waking world of working and wreaking and wrighting and writing...
yikes.
good thing i've got this old house, isn't it?
you bet it is.
and last night, for about an hour,
it really felt like luxury.
sitting on a blanket, on the super-sexy walk-out deck,
watching the clouds roll in, and get progressively darker,
even more than the fading light would normally let on,
as rain threatened to douse our spirits,
and our citronella tea lights,
but held off until the lounging was exhausted,
and all the rest was well-rested.
ha.
look,
all i'm sayin' is-
for the first time in a long time,
i spent an evening looking upwards, instead of inwards,
and it really made a huge difference in how i saw the big picture.
yup.
plus,
i might've been really feeding my idea of unnecessary decadence,
with a fattie-boombattie exxxtra-stinky exxxtra-smoky stumpy molto-italiano cigar.
adding clouds to the clouds,
and letting the candlelight illuminate the immediate area,
while the skies layered silver and grey in patchwork patterns.
check the teleport:

c'mon.
i can't say if i'm ready to believe that i'm embodying the sentiment of
stay ugly, stay dope,
or,
if it's something more akin to look bad, and smell worse.
hard to say,
and maybe too late to make a difference....
that's kind of the way i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
but,
how about those flappy earholes, though, huh?
womp womp.
i took out my plugs when i got home,
but i think it's worth noting that when it comes to full immersion
in the hard styles and personal styles of my specific lifestyle,
too much is the right amount.
to that end,
these are the new hottness i'm reppin' in my lobes, kids-

wooooooooord.
expert recognize expert,
and that's no joke.
so if you aren't about these fresh new jauns,
you aren't invited over, at all,
let alone to the elite and exclusive upper deck of foresty freshness.
really.
*
there's time in places i haven't looked for things i'd like to do.
i'll just have to keep my eyes open,
and stay good-lookin'.
y'know?
not on the outside,
but with my outlook.
upwards, onwards, and outwards are all directions i'm facing,
from the valuable vantage point of the vanguard of my virtuous valhalla in the intervale.
i'm here, and i can see the forest for the trees,
the mountains for the rocks,
the fields for the grass,
and the goodness for the woods.
decked out and dressed down, and things are looking up;
never quiet, never soft.....