It’ll make you reconsider

“Didn’t think them one of us,
but had the good sense to disable
the guard”, says Stump,
the one handed,
with the eyepatch.

And a limp.

We’ll see how it breaks

I changed the category Observations to Pronouncements, because I’m tied of the weak and easy ego strokes, the ineffectual cries, and the pandering to mystery that make up the days observance.

a lonesome truth from the trail

if you don’t feel naked without a notebook
you ain’t doing it right

Vascular wilt

out by the overly shaded dahlia pit where the beautyberry will go is an infinite series of interconnected teeter-totters six of which are evident made from logs of invasive mimosa that stink of disease the lot of them produced enough shade to kill off a native stand before dying off the land cares for its own but young pop up quick in disturbed areas around the shrine to the native victims of the invasion overlooking both the graveyard and the pile of corpses motherfucker ain’t gonna come out of nowhere and sting your ass boy I like to think staring at the hornet

These little piggies


Franklyn Monk Dronecast #9: These little piggies

A stand of mimosa (Albizia julibrissin) trees sway in the wind.

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