cheapart

one month.
no luggage.
someone is obviously trying to make me upset.
however,
it will not work,
at least, not in the way it seems the plan is destined to try and make me upset.
i mean, c'mon.
everything is awesome if you know how to tell a story. and so, i have a story. grrrreat.

i'm still doing my hot fire relativist congregational sermons.

and im going to work today.

the snow mountains are much shorter these days than in previous days, but still are over 5' high.
the frogs in the frnt yard hwever, seem to enjoy the extra water, and are humping it up harder than ever
loud, too. porn style. all yelling and jelly eggs and shit.
i saw some cool shit yesterday, as a little stream in the backyard has become a barbarian torrent that leads to untold explosions of animal poop and hoof/pawprints.
and also secret mystery animals, too.
as soon as pictures are avalable, they will show up somewhere......

fucking doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooope.
yeah.
ready to represent some hot fire fury today.
its gonna be 80 degrees.

dear luggage,
wherever you are,
i hope your new family is treating you ok.
maybe you could call and let me know youre well,
youre always welcome home
my door is always open,
love,
albie.