Business as usual..🐺

Business as usual..🐺

March 2022, Day 79

So…after many weeks of failed attempts, looks like I may have got this GD site figured out.. arrrgh…lol…I’ve definitely learned from this…one of the lessons being that I prefer burning metal and being in the shop to SEOs and Google rankings… funny side note.. I once applied and successfully attained a job with a high-end ice design team…entire time calling Google, goggle.. in my defense..I was pretty drunk..😜 ..anyways.. I’ll tell yas all about it at another time.. #lonewolf #avalhallastory

March 2022

March 2022 day 70 of the year and day 70 of this year’s challenge..sitting here recording this, I hear …” I found it hard..It was hard to find…oh well, whatever…nevermind. Just thinking.. I guess that’s just as good advices anybody gonna fucking give these days.

Anyways..

March 2022 Day 70

..so there I was..maybe 6 or 7..wide open fields, old winding dirt roads that seemed to carve out the very shape of the existence that it once took up occupancy upon and has resided over ever since.. The sky seemed as big as life those days, the bright blue whispered white by the scurrying clouds as they rushed by(..clouds leaving shadow)..Warmth fills you on days like that, like the warmth you’d pull from a bottle of Gin..it lulls you to the dreams of days ahead, while the cool breeze of the receding winter keeps you stable  in your presence..the bitter sweet reminder that you do infact exist..”Dads in the sugar shack, first fires of March”, the hint of burning maple was always a dead give away.. soon it would be time to tap the trees again…As it was time to say hello to the thaw and to the warmth that the new season would bring it also would soon be time to say goodbye to my very best friend.. it would soon be time to  experience the cruelty of man for the first time… cmon boys let’s go for a run…

Anyways

2022 Day 66

…how do you take heart and thought, weld them together, and then trust them to words?

Maybe its the thoughtless act of strolling from one moment to the next that builds our histories, writes our stories …and no more unnecessary than the first few bits of snow that blankets the ground .. hastened to the oncoming of something..more.. never promised but in youth, always hoped for. That the simple act was easy, or was it hard to capture……

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..Anyways

Day 63 March 2022

…so there I was..maybe 6 or 7..wide open fields, old winding dirt roads that seemed to carve out the very shape of the existence that it once took up occupancy upon and has resided over ever since.. The sky seemed as big as life those days, the bright blue whispered white by the scurrying clouds as they rushed by, their shadow momentarily thrown to the frozen fields below as to mark their passing…”cloud was here..March 1983″ …Warmth fills you on days like that, the sun acts like the warmth you’d pull from a bottle of Gin..it lulls you to the dreams of days ahead, while the cool breeze of the receding winter keeps you stable  in your presence..keeps a boy steadfast in his boots, it was a bitter sweet reminder that you do infact exist..

“Dads in the sugar shack, first fires of March”, the hint of burning maple was always a dead give away.. soon it would be time to tap the trees again…As it was time to say hello to the thaw and to the warmth that the new season would bring it also would soon be time to say goodbye to my very best friend.. it would soon be time to  experience the cruelty of man for the first time…”cmon boys…let’s go for a run”…