you rock, rock.

this rock just sits,
and is.
and sometimes,
that's what we need.
hahaha.
no?
oh.
okay.
well,
when it came time to rock yesterday,
me and my buddy beau had it going on.
we took his semi-injured rockmobile,
which actually performed admirably and acquitted itself with full honors,
as we climbed through the triumphant trails of the white mountains,
on recently reopened roads,
helping ourselves, discreetly,
to the best and the biggest and the burliest granite slabs
and slate spikes and limestone lintels.
uh huh.
seven sisters of earthly hard hearted hottness.
check the teleport:

word up.
y'know what my garden already has several literal tons of?
yeah!
rocks.
therefore,
it needs more, right?
c'mon.
of course it does!
two-and-a-half footers are just right for manhandling alone,
and even better suited for two-man huckin' into the back of a truck.
expert.
we did what we set out to do,
and there are still plenty of roads to rock with rocks.
i'm glad i had the help,
and i'm glad we ate indian food first, too.
that's largely unrelated,
but i AM glad about it anyway.
india brown blops powered our pectorals, probably.
i mean,
it's pretty likely we did a better job because we had all the nutrients in us.
 and those rocks are proof we were successful, either way.
i can't wait to stand 'em up in the garden,
and let them reach towards the trees lookin' all power-charged druidic an' that.
we create because we have to,
we destroy because we want to,
and either way,
it's all what's really happening.
i'm glad about that;
never quiet, never soft.....