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Doofgoblin knows the situation. Cold now during Carrot Jab, the plate that warms your innards in the winter. Carrot Jab is a dish created by hollowing out a fresh and sturdy carrot then stabbing at bread until the core is packed with the cooked dough. Serve boiled or baked. I prefer baked. Try sitting outside in the winter with no shirt while the camera hurls lawn chairs and snow shovels at you. Firing up the wood Stove Hot for heat, a drying ritual perfected in isolation. Pour wine from a large bottle, eat much too late, and the dust blew in sticking to my moistened skin ? overheated house. Squish Cheese and Mac around. Autumn finished and took the crops with it. Kneeled and played at wooden stakes crossed with vines and fruit + tomato plants always remind me of marijuana. They?re dead now. No longer able to deny the Garden?s End and the bones I?ve left stuck in the clay for weeks now feel the dirt on my feet as I rise the roots from the bed. I still don?t think I?ve ever unearthed a Crawdaddy and frankly I haven?t got the term right anyway so do I even deserve to? I love this town but I hate the people in it, for the most part. I don?t hate the people in it I just don?t like it as a town, or maybe the sum of its parts. All I want is for that saxophone player up there to toot so hard he poops his pants on stage. The saxophone is completely replaceable through creative fm synthesis and chance operations. Dig? As much as a) winter is my insulation, b) winner through isolation, and c) ice thinner is the sun poking through, I welcome it none the less. It?s Fun to be in the Sun. You may spend Alldeigh trying to rub someone?s nose in it before you realize that you haven?t made it easy for them to carry a tune in the first place. Sorry for that, here, scrape off, sit down, I?ll point it out. Just listen for the stitz and hold onto the resonator. Don?t fuck it up this time. My dad had an old truck that we?d drive through the woods collecting dead trees. When I was in the 9th grade I accepted a lumberjack coat that was sizes too big on me but the pattern fit my tastes. Years later I grew into the coat and nearly a decade more I parade in it proudly as I slug wine and wield a chainsaw. Scissor scalp styrofoam baby head sleeping on my couch. Duermle, Unnerchyle. Awake! Awake! Ouch. Puddles of shellac on the mantle dusted cob and spider-like. The woods are for Ticks and Chiggers are for the grass. You and I both know that if we walk naked or even barefoot across this yard we won?t be making any friends. One?two?three steps, thirty-something bites and who knows how many eggs now lie beneath my skin. Had I not eaten my fingers I?d be scratching bone by now. If only they ate fingers we?d have made friends. I love to eat. I don?t eat. I don?t eat. When I am alone I do not eat and I won?t eat. It?s routine not to eat if your routine does not include eating. The perfect day is to awake having eaten and create having not to eat. The Days as of Late ? not a "to do" list. Tell it like it is, brother. Five esses in Sonte Tone. One for sonte, one before tone, stone, and systems. The window is my frame. Outside the snow falls and at no single point is the picture the same. Snowfall only seems repetitive, but now there are six esses. Say it, don?t spray peanuts from you trunk. Memory like a steel trample. Hey, I don?t mind talking about the Elephant in the Room! Mold has lived. Friend has died. Kale has lived. Blood has died. For now, it?s over. I Miss You Allreadeigh.