upcycling

what happens when company is coming,
and the mudroom is FULL of trash?
what do we do?
hahahaha.
duders,
that's an easy one-
we light a fire.
yuuuuup.
neighbors,
i don't know if you recycle,
but in the remote rural woodsly goodness,
i'm for real on some third-world heat-source jauns that illuminate the nights
at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
...that's right.
you say it's pollution?
that's cool.
i say it's expert.
either way,
i'll bet i was warmer than you were, though.
check the trashfire-type teleport:

FUEGO!!!!
oh take it easy,
it's just paper products.
sooooo many pizza boxes in there.
i mean it.
corrugated goodness is the basis for my hobo-heatin' bum-fire,
but containers and packages all also blister and burn just as readily.
friends,
plastic is just too smelly to allow into my flame towers,
and more importantly,
it makes my dog very unhappy to huff those fumes.
i'd sniff 'em, to be honest, but the pup is still developing,
and i can't imagine stunting his little terrier brain's progress.
i get a lot of deliveries,
and that means molto boxes,
and that means bigger blazes and longer-lasting rages!
teleport:

c'mon.
i'm not a total A*-hole.
the flames did lick up pretty flippin' high,
and the heat melted a whole mess of snow in my surroundings.
y'know,
i'm never really all that bummed out that i don't have many next-door people
lookin' in on and nosing around about my comings, goings, and doings-
last night was a perfect example.
as i carted armfuls of  cardboard back and forth from the porch to the pyre,
i was very grateful to be away from prying eyes.
i mean,
a garbage fire is always dope,
it's just that not everybody can hang out
with that sort of combustibly repurposed hottness.
i can say for sure that crabtree loves it,
but,
he also wants to eat the flames.
awwwwww.
hey, i never said he was a genius,
but,
i DO admire his determination to devour the all-consuming tongues
that lick the limbs of all the overhanging locusts.
uh-huh.
i have that happening over here.
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i also have some big blackness poppin' off, as well.
check the inky-inky-stink-type teleport:

the blackness!
my buddy johnny ringo wants to be a black dude.
...and i can help with that.
normally, that'd be better suited to february,
but,
i mean,
really i'm down to darken pretty much anyone's doorstep at very nearly any ol' time.
word up.
*
there's always more to be done than is getting done.
there seems to always be a better and more effective,
yet ultimately elusive plan, just out of sight of the way i'm doing things.
alas,
i'm in my own way,
maybe i need a list?
or just more practice at practical applications,
with a little less descriptive language documenting the doings of each day/
ew.
stop that.
it's ALL really happening,
and if it's ugly, and old, and inefficient?
well,
true stories aren't usually pretty ones, are they?
no way;
never quiet, never soft.....