Thursday, April 24

pick me up.

two tubs of vegan cream chee',
and half a tub or vegan sour cream,
and a cup of confectioners sugar,
a little cornstarch,
a tablespoon or three of tapioca starch,
a splash of almondy extract,
and a squirt of vanilla extract,
all added in together in a big-A* bowl.
with hearty, hard-styled, concentrically-circling heavy-duty
clockwise whisk-whipped mixing for a whole lot of minutes,
before too long,
you've got that sexy, creamy, thick business
that you'll thank me for later.
uh-huh.
...
duders,
my buddy beau said i should make vegan tiramisu.
now,
i'll tell you guys the truth-
i never had the real one.
because,
way back in the olden days before i made the better dietary choices
that my body thanks me for every day,
i never ever got into anything that was very fancy.
at all.
but,
since i've been reppin' super-fancy unnecessary jauns for a little minute now-
i looked into what goes on inside this stacked up treat.
kids, i'll be forthcoming here-
it sounded hard, and time-consuming, and kinda super-unvegan-ish.....
so i knew i HAD to activate it.
and activate it i surely did.
check the holy-sh!t-type teleport:
whaaaaaat?!?!
c'mon.
that's what's good in the woods today, neighbors.
yeah.
i baked up a layer of thin, moist cakey hottness,
with instant coffee dissolved inside of it,
and a second layer, with just the slightest hint of cocoa, too.
i guess the real thing has some kind of liquer and coffee soaked up
into some dry-A* wafers-
that sounds soggy, to me.
so i went with a slightly less sopping alternative.
the bottom cake got basted with a strong, thick, almond-laced,
coffee-extracted simple syrup that employed espresso as the solvent liquid.
it had all the amaretto action you could ask for,
and none of the inherent alcoholic content.
you may not have ever even heard of this,
but:
it's okay not to drink.
that's actually a real thing.
no jokes.
anyway,
after the glazed gooey goodness soaked into the caramelized caketop,
the cream was basted on extra thickly.
marscarpone cheese would be jealous of how expert that stuff is.
i mean it.
that set itself in place in the fridge for a few,
while i basted the bottom of the second layer.
a quick flip,
and a second soaking for the top,
and even more magical mock-marscarponey cream chee' topping,
and it was ready for the traditional cocoa dust overload.
i guess that's the thing?
too much cocoa, like a deadly dust storm all over the surface?
nice.
obviously i had to do it.
i think you're supposed to hold your breath when you take a bite?
if not,
you breathe in a powdered brown chocolate assault that'll choke you out.
yep.
i think treats that trick you are dope.
oh,
and i even slid the remainder of the frosty whipped delights on the sides.
actually,
i actually had a little baby bit left over after that, too.
i remixed that up with more sugar, and more coffee extract,
and instant coffee crumbles until it resembled heavy whipped cream,
and i dolloped that on top,
with some expert curls of shaved dark chocolate truffle,
just to take it all the way to eleven.
uh huh.
i'm definitely a little proud of this one.
according to my dinner-mates,
it surpassed the original by a country mile.
i like to hear that.
***********
the tattoo studio is F*ed up.
remodeling or something.
the floors are jacked,
the walls are bare,
the furnace has been removed,
and the temperature dropped pretty damned low last night.
i have a feeling that all the fancy pick-me-up cake in the world
isn't gonna improve the sh!t-salad smearface that today is sure to be.
enduring inconveniences is what i do best, maybe?
today will test that, for certain.
it's been a beast of a week so far,
with harder and harder styles pushing me further and farther
from where i've been resting for so many years in a row.
times change, i suppose, no matter how hard you try to stay the same.
i'll blame it on the wild winds that are dominating the airflow
with warlike answers to shifting sides.
it's all really gonna keep on happening,
but that's what it all always really does;
never quiet, never soft.....

foldovers.

daaaaaamn.
compared to the amount of sunshine shooting down from the sky
and soaking into the soil of the woodsly goodness,
it's really flippin' cold outside.
like,
springtime yardwork was immediately put on hold
on account of both dropping temperatures and brutal wind.
seriously.
i'm sayin',
a two-mile inaugural new bike ride-along would've been
a perfect jaunt down the backroad byways of this scenic vale;
but the whipping wind slowed all progress to a near-stop,
and the slicing gusts cut through layers and layers of heavy clothes
and worse, saturated all exposed skin with knifing icy red bitterness.
yuck.
so,
if raking and pedaling weren't on the menu for my only day off.....
...what WAS gonna get poppin'?
ummmm.
how about super-surly serious barbarian burly burgers?
yeah.
neighbors,
check the open-face-foldover-type teleport:
tough!
the bread was pan-fried and puffed-up and smooth, y'all.
corn flour and wheat flour and semolina flour;
nootch and gluten and black pepper,
and slightly sweetened warm water, with two kinds of yeast.
expert.
slowly risen and roughly kneaded and gently rolled out
and attentively cooked up.
flipped twice, too, for double first-side buttery activation.
that's the good stuff.
i mean it.
without some elite breadstuffs for our base layer,
we're doo-dooing it so wrong from the start,
and that's bush-league amateur waterbaby bullsh!t.
it's not invited.
you wanna know what is invited?
ripped up boston bib lettuce and pea shoots for roughage.
with a cilantro-scallion-lime cashew cream dressing to make it expert.
yup.
and that's just side one.
side two has thick homemade guacamole,
some sweet yellow tomato and fresh chopped garlic salsa,
a punch of pickled jalapenos-
brined in sugary salted apple cider vinegar with peppercorns and lime juice-
and homemade pinto bean sandwich circles.....
i'm talking about brown on brown on brown discs of dopeness.
no jokes.
i made 'em up, and i made 'em thick,
because when warrior poets get hungry,
they need a meal that fights back.
what's in 'em?
a whole lotta beans,
seitan powder (vital wheat gluten), nootch, g.p.o.p.,
smoked applewood sea salt, black pepper,
spices and spices and spices,
a couple of caramelized shallots, and a few cloves of pressed smashed garlic,
bean flour, ground flaxseeds,
chopped parsley and cilantro, and olive oil.
uh-huh.
all of that, smooshed and formed and flattened,
and then browned on both sides in a hot hot hot pan
for perfectly expert barbarian fattieboombattie patties.
and once that yellowy flatbread if folded in half,
the doubled-up goodness gets turned up to a whole other tier of terrific.
that's right.
i mean, you see how rad it looks, right?
well,
it tasted eleven times better than that.
real talk.
when the weather is tricking me,
i take comfort in my kitchen.
i'll spend time preparing sauces and spices and doughs,
i'll chill the chutney and i'll marinate the 'meats',
or whatever.
if i'm gonna eat it,
and i'm gonna serve it up to my peoples,
then it needs to be dope.
rules is rules.
it takes a looong time to make masterpieces,
but only a little tiny minute to murder 'em.
the journey is important,
but the end result matters more.
nobody sees what i'm doing to get ready,
but tastebuds can tell the difference between the hottness
and some diapery box-mix b!tchbaggery when it's finished.
i do what i do,
because that's the way it has to be.
too much, for too long, in too many different ways,
or nothing at all;
never quiet, never soft.....

Wednesday, April 23

jelly.

regenerating your whole entire body sounds like
a real serious pain-in-the-A* undertaking.
then again,
being a basically mindless, hungry,
current-wafting, huffing-puffy chunk of stringy barf,
and floating around with visible organs undulating,
stinging up on nearly-invisible tiny water creatures
isn't exactly all that enticing either...
so,
why are jellyfish so dope, then?
i dunno!
but they ARE.
check the teleport:
c'mon.
i mean,
for realsies,
they just do their thing all day,
and then replace all their parts as they wear out.
forever and ever.
i'm not sure if that's all-the-way expert,
but it works for them.
look at these shiny weirdies:
right??
reppin' that metroid magic, neighbors.
*
singularity of purpose.
man, i envy that.
i mean it.
y'know,
like the way a jellyfish just is it's own thing,
and has no desire to do much else.
start to finish, they do what they do...
.....and that's it.
as hard as they can, all the time.
i know people who fixate on their careers to the point of
exclusionary monomanical myopia towards any
and every other thing around them.
they're on that jellyfish jauns,
and that's pretty serious.
my focus is much much wider than that,
and i'm presumably incapable of only liking one thing.
i want all of it,
and then more of it,
and then a little bit extra on top of that.
too much is the right amount,
and a diverse scope and breadth is the way to go.
i guess i'll get it together, eventually?
or not.
either way,
there's lots of going on;
never quiet, never soft.....

Tuesday, April 22

earth day!!

springtime!
sun!
sprouting plant babies!
earth day.
yuuuuuuuuuup.
it's earthy, all day long,
and to celebrate,
i'm reppin' tart tuesday activation for your face.
that's real.
almonds, chunked up with some rolled oats,
buttered up and maple sweetened with syrup
freshly tapped and sapped from the white mountains.
that's what crust is all about up here, kids.
and pureed strawberries mixed in with my soymilk,
sweeteners, thickeners, and almond and vanilla and lemon extracts,
to make a pinkish super-sexy pastry creme.
that's what filling does in the woodsly goodness.
neighbors-
sugared sliced freshness, in the form of strawberry slivers
to shiver your timbers an' that?
c'mon.
it's earth day,
and that means we needed something extra dope.
and it definitely delivered in the delicious department, too.
check the pink-parts-type teleport:
kaBOOM!
loud, fresh, creaminess, crunchiness, and sweetness,
in F*ing full effect.
that's what's happening up here to celebrate earth, an' that.
the whole dang planet is what's up, y'all.
earthling jauns are freakin' it off-
we're livin' it, today and everyday,
and it's all really happening.
the objective we're on about is to keep it expert forever;
never quiet, never soft.....

torosaurus.

torosaurus!!
looks an awful lot like a triceratops, huh?
yeah.
well,
it's not.
it's the bigger frilled and weirder horned cousin
that was discovered by archaeologists from yale.
really.
and they are so dang proud of it,
they've had a sculptor create the big statue out front!
there are all sorts of ceratopsian subtleties that differentiate
the toro from the tri.
and sure,
that's all very interesting if you're into that sort of sh!t.
however,
there was one thing that really made this lifelike life-sized model
truly impressive.
it was the attention to detail, neighbors.
i mean it.
check the poop-chute-type teleport:
c'mon!
a dinosaur butthole in bronze??
so expert.
that's what was needed to make my trip complete, kids.
a giant wrinkledot.
there are highlights,
and then there are highlights.
if you can't hang out with butts,
you can't hang out over here.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....

Monday, April 21

homely.

the woodsly goodness is a great place,
and it feels good to be back home.
the thing is-
coming back to a patch of steep stones
and peeling paint isn't so bad,
but the long stretch of nothing happening all the way up
to this isolated mountain vale reminds me of
just how far away from everything we all are up here.
that's a hard style.
because,
for all the weak sauce lameness of everywhere else,
there's an awful lot of all that awful,
and too much isn't usually a bad thing.
ugh.
i dunno, duders.
the cold cold emptiness of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
gets to me every once in a great while.
especially after packing in so big action in such a short time
in the southern sections of urban sprawling new england.
mmmhmmm.
the easter season visitation activation was in F*ing full effect.
susty's vegan weirdie spot for dinner, thursday.
expert hippie activist food magic for our faces.
that's was rad.
the pita spot for lunch friday,
with spicy super-hottness-style lebanese falafels.
the mystic marinelife aquarium
for circling sharks and fat white belugas and stringy jellyfish.
olde mistick village for a false epcot-central-style experience.
and then down into the dirty dirty depths of new haven for the really realness.
harvest & maple helped us terrorize some tofutti, emergency-style.
check the teleport:
sprankles, b!tches!!!!
because we span time the best ways we know how to.
house of chao veggie dumps for the experience?
yep.
and bagelicious white people bagels for crackery folks,
avocado and hummus on a cornbread bagel for breakfast the next day?
obvi.
when in rome, do as the romans,
and when in cheshire, get a bagel and get the heck outta there.
word up.
neighbors-
edgerton community gardens greenhouse.
that see-through canopy of warmth and wet is full of ALL the plants.
and that is what's up.
you know a giant glass building is super dope
when it has big fat old goldfish swimming in a pond in the floor.
yeah.
the peabody museum of natural history
didn't just have dinosaurs and dioramas and dead birds:
(triceratops is my favorite one)
there is also a picture of my parents' house in it.
well,
it was included in an aerial view of the july 10th, 1989 tornado that
wrecked my hometown, and their house, in a  day of double-funnel destruction.
yikes.
working up a healthy appetite looking at prehistoric hominid skulls
calls for a foray into the soups, salads, and breads,
of another ages-old nueva haven institution-
claire's corner copia,
full of townies and weirdies and creepy moms.
that's how you can be sure it's good.
they're all there, and they're all eating a lot.
y'know what goes great with a full belly?
the yale university art gallery,
AND the british art museum,
that's a whole lot of paintings, kids.
it takes up all the time just to peruse the greatest hits in those halls.
and it wrks up a whole other 'nother healthy appetite.
and that's why dinnertime took us to a casual finer dining experience
along the shoreline community of scenic salty downtown branford-
kids-
g-zen is some concept-album style high-end vegan nerdism,
with a healthy dose of neo-buddhist pretendian upcharges.
it's also pretty flippin' delicious.
really.
and when easter finally reared it's painted egghead,
we headed north to providence,
to skulk around with my ace homeboy, the cucch,
and hit up expert vegan brunchtime supershark gluttony
at the grange, where hipsters go to hug each other a whole lot \
and drink awful juice blends and eat doughnuts.
hey, some of those things are rad.
a walk around college hill,
and a stinky stump sendoff found us headed north again.
stuffed full of fun, and food,
and with fonder memories of the places and spaces we occupied,
and with appreciation and gratitude for the time we spanned.
it all really happened, friends,
and that's the whole damned point of it;
never quiet, never soft.....

Thursday, April 17

pieces.

chocolate and peanut butter.
they just love touching each others' parts.
so if i can put peanuts in my fudge brownies,
and peanut butter in my blondies,
and make the both of 'em get a little freaky
on each other's parts inside a rectangular pan,
and drop chocolate chips and ground peanuts
all over the both of 'em while i'm at it?
well,
i'd be a real A*-hole if i didn't, huh?
yeah.
for sure.
luckily for all of us,
i'm NOT one of those.
check the teleport:
mmmmmmmm.
this sort of stuff is good for you, kinda.
i mean,
it tastes good,
and that's enough.
two pots with melted butterishness,
and soymilk, and brown sugar...
(i used light in the beige, and dark in the brown)
with cocoa and peanutty butts and flour all over the dang place.
ok.
fine.
i enjoyed throwing both kinds of blops into the pan,
and putting the pattern together.
so?
maybe i doo-doo that brown-on-beige type sh!t.
it is expert, after all.
for realsies.
cakes and cookies and sweets and treats are good for me.
i mean,
making them is good for me, anyway.
the rivers are flooded, and taking trees out all over the place up here.
the snowy skies are dropping crystals of weak-sauce every night.
the birds are waking me up, crying for some seeds, each morning.
the full moon lit up the whole of the woodsly goodness
with blood red and quicksilver lunatic luminescence.
and in the middle of it all,
there's me and my oven and my spoons and my pans an' that.
that's where i belong,
making magic in the center of a swirling sea of spirit and memory,
all nature and wind and battle-beasts and infinite essences.
there isn't much else i'd rather do.
it's all really happening,
and i'm doing what i do.
what else should there be?
that's it;
never quiet, never soft..... 

further adventures.

ohhhhh man!
i just get so busy doing stuff.
and when i'm doing one thing i lose track of everything else.
i mean it.
there's laundry needing folding;
and ups needing pushing;
there are parcels waiting for me at the post office;
i've got appointments needing making;
and all sorts of hard-work-yard-work is looking me
right smack dab in the face-
daring me to bend my back, blister and hands,
and soak my brow with a saltwater crown of toil,
and all that from just outside my windows.
yikes.
and of course,
the full F*ing moon doesn't do much in the way of helping.
...unless helping is the same as not sleeping well,
and flippin' out all over the place like a half-beast/half-man
barbarian berserker for days and days.
what?
oh, well, obviously i know that's not actually helpful.
c'mon.
anyway,
i figured out how to activate vegan roasts last week.
and that felt good, and tasted better.
this week,
i took it to an even more expert level.
no jokes.
y'see,
i needed a sorta sausagey-spiced slice or four,
because i got an idea into my head.
the thing of it is,
in order for the idea to become a reality,
i had to span a whole mess of time in the kitchen.
oh,
yes, neighbors, it WAS worth it.
check the sandwich-wizardry-type teleport:
wooohooooo!!!
triple decker dopeness for your face!
that's rustic italian bread, sliced into three tiers,
for maximum magic number flavor building.
mmmhmmm.
with two different side salads?
yep.
i get it together, and i put it together, and i do what i can.
why?
because too much is always the right amount,
and making great big tasty heaps of fresh vegan hottness
means i'm super-fancy in the most deliciously unnecessary ways.
and that's dope.
what IS it all?
oh,
are you really worried?
don't be...i'll tell you all about it-
roasted sesame seeds and parsley,
and white balsamic vinegar and olive oil-
tossed together over cucumbers, golden tomatoes,
celery, and sliced strawberries for a tart and sweet start.
and quinoa, cooled, with seared shallots, shredded baby kale,
toasted almonds, and lemon,
with a bloppity-goobieblop-dollop of soaked-cashews pureed,
with soymilk and saturated with lemon and dill,
for a thick and crazy-creamy dreamboat of a dressing.
yeah.
for as simple as those treats are,
they're really expert.
no jokes.
but, that sandwich, though.
mmmmmmmmmmm.
cashew-and-nootch spread,
custom vegan roast slices,
watercress, for a spicy crunch,
and a layer of bread dividing it from the next-level activation-
which was also elite in it's sincere simplicity.
ginger slices, black peppercorns, coriander seed, salt, sugar,
apple cider vinegar and lemon juice make one helluva brine.
and that juicy jauns saturated the sh!t outta some red onions.
uh-huh.
bright and shiny pink pickled oniony strips,
and a nother 'nother layer of vegan roasty beige-ish circles,
and a crunchy, spicy, flavor-bombed slaw of
radish, raddichio, carrot, parsley, shallots, and vegenaise,
and then more cashew-nootch shmearing,
before the tophat of crusty bread crowned the whole dang thing.
that's a serious situation, huh?
but that wasn't it.
we took it to eleven with a pan-frying grill attack.
yeah!
the superheated buttery griddle and the hot hot hot sandwich iron
squished it all into a concentrated and crispy package.
anybody can make a sandwich, kids.
but it takes a werewolfen warrior poet to overdo it so cleverly.
........and i have got a lot left over for lunch.
because too much means it's just right,
and that means there's more where that came from.
smart.
***********
the easter weekend time is on us.
already.
colorful eggs and chocolate rabbit-rabbit action
and pastel hues, and dumb hats,
and all sorts of silliness are underway for the next few days.
i'm gonna do what i can to enjoy it all.
no, i mean it...really.
people and places and things are about to be experienced.
yeah.
all the nouns, i guess.
starting now.
i expect to gorge myself sick,
and span time with my bairns,
and get that family togetherness together for a few.
it can't be as bad as all that,
and even if it is,
it unfolds to reveal more of the great big secret universal big picture.
i'm ready,
and it's about to get underway.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
each and every minute;
never quiet, never soft.....

Tuesday, April 15

aging.

rams.
y'know?
aries.
c'mon.
yeah.
those people.
mmhmm.
my buddy wayne turned forty yesterday.
and that's gross,
but only because i'm not there yet.
when i hit the four-decade mark,
it'll be 'just right' and 'not so bad',
or maybe 'well-seasoned' or something along the lines,
or is it wrinkles?, of that sort of sh!t.
huh?
oh, okay.
fine,
i'll admit my attitude towards aging isn't actually so harsh.
i mean,
you presumably get wiser if you're doing it right-
right?
yeah.
i'll also acknowledge that forty isn't THAT old.
a quarter-century's worth of hard work still stretches
out in front of you before the oldness lets you take a break.
i mean,
c'mon.
forty just means you should have something to show for all the work
you've done so far,
but there's usually way more ahead than behind.
no use being bummed about that sore back and those grey hairs-
there's still plenty of labor to be sweated through and endured.
so, yeah, he's forty.
and also,
i love berfdays.
so hard.
harder than his hard-headed astrological illogical ram stubbornness even.
i love berfdays so much, in fact,
that i deferred the snugs and hugs awaiting me,
and fired up the oven instead.
i'm serious.
because if you don't get treats on your berfday,
you're definitely an A*-hole,
but if i don't make treats for my peoples,
then I'M the A*-hole,
and i can't hang out with that action at all.
neighbors,
check the springtime-style special-request-type teleport:
strawberry vegan chee'cake.
it's the best one i've made yet.
i mean it.
i freaked it off with some secret extras,
and they made the activation complete.
mmmhmmmm.
expert.
wait.....what?
oh.
you caught me.
yes,
i totally sliced off a big wedge for myself first.
ugh.
you knew i had to.
i'm sayin',
i'm not gonna not take a picture,
just so he gets a big pink and red circle all to himself.
i like him a lot. don't get me wrong,
but i've got to make up for shrugging off snuggles
with at least one tasty piece for another one.
that's a thing.
and anyway,
without a picture to show off,
it might as well never have happened-
and it is ALL really happening, no matter what.
rules is rules, always.
***********
there's birds singing,
and fog rollin',
and sunshine hiding,
and work to do everywhere.
no fooling.
i'm on that grind, all over the woodsly goodness.
putting in work,
working with purpose,
and making moves to make the magic happen
in overwhelming amounts.
there's too much of everything, all at once,
and that's the only way i know how to participate.
it's unfolding in front of my eyes,
and i'm following along at the same breakneck pace.
the melting snow is flooding the river,
the flooding river is making a mess,
and the mess looks tidy compared to the daily doings over here.
that's the way it works,
and the work is never done.
more of it is what we're amassing,
and it never seems like it'll ever be enough;
never quiet, never soft.....

Monday, April 14

alright.

here you go, neighbors.
cookies.
chocolate ones.
hell,
chocolate-covered chocolate chip jauns.
i'll do you one better, even-
chocolate drizzled chocolate chocolate chip rock bloxxx.
yup.
check the brown-on-brown-on-brown-on-brown-type teleport:
mmmm.
good morning.
duders,
if y'all don't know about rock bloxx,
well,
your A* had better ask somebody.
for real.
two sticks of buttery vegan yellowishness,
and a whole bag of dark brown sugar,
and cocoa, and chocolate, and chocolate chips,
and oat flour, and wheat flour, and ground coconut,
and maple syrup all married together and mixed-up
and made into the most expert cookies in the woodsly goodness.
yes.
rock bloxx are definitely a friendship test.
they have the right amount of everything,
which of course,
is waaaay too much.
and if you're only reppin' just one?
ewwww.
that's weak sauce.
they're like the other other rock blocks-
that means three in a row, minimum.
jeez.
don't be dumb.
if you can't hang out with 'em,
you missed the point,
and you can't sit with us.
womp womp.
i made 'em up,
and i made 'em for everybody.
it's past time that they made an appearance this year.
when it's time to get up exxxtra early and get crackin' at the crack of dawn,
it's certainly time to get busy blastin' out some burly brown bombs
of chocolaty new hottness.
c is for cookie, kids.
that's the truth.
**********
y'know what?
mmhmm.
i'm feeling like you guys could use a little help.
so,
i'll give you the basics for these ultimate warrior blops.
yeah.
anyway,
you're welcome.
now,
gather your ingredients....
-
2.5 cups of flour
1.5 cups oat flour
1 cup coconut flour
1 cup butter-style stuffs
1/2 cup applesauce
2 cups brown sugar
a splash of maple syrup
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. baking powder
3/4 tsp. salt.
1/2 cup cocoa
1/4 cup ground chocolate
1 pkg chocolate chips
2 tsp vanilla
now,
if you don't know what order to mix stuff in,
you might be a little bit of a stoopidhead.
however,
if you get it together enough to get a batter whipped up,
then drop some golf-bal sized blops on a baking sheet,
and give 'em hell at 375 degrees F for twelve minutes.
if you can doo-doo that freaky sh!t,
and then melt down some chocolate chips
with confectioners sugar,
and vanilla, and soymilk,
until it's a syrupy sweet sauce-
spoon that thick ganache-y goodness on top,
and you'll be all up into it like a real expert.
you have the information,
now make the magic happen;
never quiet, never soft.....

Saturday, April 12

ruidoso y fresca y duro para la cara

duders,
it's saturday,
my first appointment cancelled,
and i'm tattooing old boobs later.
y'know what that calls for?
ultimate warrior poetry in the form of food.
nutrients that simulate eagles' eggs,
and spicy hot flavors that will kick my motormouth
into turbo-charged tongue twisting.
is that alright with y'all?
it doesn't matter, really, if it is or isn't.
what's happening is happening,
and all of it is unfolding fast in the woodsly goodness.
things escalate apace in these mountains.
anyway,
there is sure to be some blunt-force orating;
irate rating of the merits of each individual in each instance,
which amounts to massive mass-force character assassination;
and hot jalapeno-powered chips and dips.
neighbors,
i recognize that it isn't easy to tolerate the trials and triumphs
inherent in being expert.
for realsies.
i'm talking about rallying for another 'nother supercharged charge
headlong berserker barbarian brawler style right into the fray.
it feels good to overreact and emote and chew the scenery,
but,
it's exhausting, as well as typecasting, to always do so in every instance.
yeah.
the default operating system for many is middling mass-populace mediocrity,
but lightning-striking vikings and savage stormswept gypsies
and all the various incarnations of active participants
and worthy word-eating hot-hearted heavy-handed hard-headed firespitters
all expect to be much more, even at rest,
even in the shower,
even when nobody is looking and no one would ever know about any of it.
do you undertand?
too much, all the time- taking it too far, and going to eleven-
is the only right answer...
it's blowing in on the wind, wearing antlers, and waging war-
mmhmm.
it's like a green knight glistening and glowering and glowing and going all out.
that's the embodiment of what's poppin'.
the more visceral, tangible, physical manifestation,
today,
is slightly more finely-chopped and seasoned.
hahahaha.
all those words,
and actually,
all we had to do was check the teleport:
salsa fresca.
jeeeeez.
so much tomato, tomatillo, green pepper, jalapeno,
vidalia onion, cilantro, garlic, and lime.
i mean, SO much.
and it's spicy.
not burning-your-tongue-painful,
but the peppers and the raw garlic combined bring the lingering heat
to those chilled chunks of vegetables.
and that is what is gonna activate the new hottness today,
scoops and scoops and scoops of that loud, fresh, hardness,
for my face.
oh.
and also,
i didn't stop there, either.
i mean,
c'mon...
what am i?
an A*-hole?
no.
check the green-monstrous-type teleport:
holy mutha-flippin' guacamole!
i've never made it before,
and i guess it has tomatoes in it normally?
well,
not this one, friends.
but i did freak it off with three kinds of garlic.
there are chunks and chunks and chunks,
and then there are chunky chunks, too.
i've got 'em all,
and i'm reppin' that tortilla-style dippin' dopeness
all damned day long.
hard styles and hot spices and crisp chips
and smooth green things.
the volume is getting turned up,
and staying that way.
the snow is seriously melting away,
and it can't happen fast enough.
i caught two mincey little looters in my pantry,
with those head-nod ninja-fast necksnappin' traps.
the sunroom plants are bloomin' weeks before the woods
really awaken in the great mountainous northern forests.
yeah.
this is it.
today is the day.
it always is;
never quiet, never soft.....