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the agony of sweet mead,
freed from peace and slumber,
to live tethered blindly,
such valor and decor.

walks upon heart sweat,
and tea and timber.

the days are time and time is good.

What does it taste like when dead ponderosa saps into the soil of the earth? And the dark dank pine is clover fueled and weak? When a shipping knot is knit for the complementary?  And the elder bids well, bows, and closes for the night? Does Friday bring a new desire?  A redemption song plays muttered in disbelief.  

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king

A blind man pawed at the thick branches and cried afoul. Another gaped in disbelief and reached for nearby brush to brace his fall. Looking on from afar, a one eyed man grinned gleefully at the destruction he had wrought on their carefully fashioned hierarchy of rhyme and reason. Disentangling themselves from its dank and sinewy roots, it became clear to the blind men that their beloved tree was blocking the pathway to the rest of the forest.

STOCK!!

Our Paltry Pantry: Yes.  

Bell's Expedition Stout

Le Peche Stout

Devil Dancer Triple IPA

Dogfish Head 60, 90, 120 

Three Floyds Dreadnought 

Bell's Kalamazoo Stout

Rogue IIPA

Founder's Breakfast Stout

Great Divide Oak Aged Yeti Stout

Alesmith Aged Speedway Stout

No Adieu, but a few...

Hazardous hops and murky malt water have degraded the languished lungs and placated plants.  With lap-leveled mischief and trapeze swinging jubilance, I cannot forsake the coming time.  I do commence a borrowing phrase of shriek, shrill, stillness in an ebbing age.  Ago I once felt to be bare buckled and flat knuckled against the titans of the West and Easter monks.  This presence is profound, but a lack of guaranteed floundering.  My hygiene with tilt, will be cleansed and reckoned.  

Our New Beer!!

SUCKS!!!

LIFT OFF!!

Nostrum mica unda est iam promptus. Is must permoveo ex vas ut vas. Nos must expecto magis. Per divinus complexo, nos vadum peto quench. 

Humulus Divinus Cometh.  

Grave

HOMAGE TO A FALLEN SOLDIER:

The dreadnought was the predominant type of battleship of the 20th century. The revolutionary HMS Dreadnought of 1906 adopted an 'all-big-gun' armament and steam turbine propulsion; her impact was so great that battleships built after her were referred to as 'dreadnoughts' and earlier battleships became known as pre-dreadnoughts. The only other major advance in kind was the US Navy design with all main turrets on the centerline of the ship. 

The concept of an all-big-gun ship had been in circulation for several years prior to Dreadnought's construction, and the Imperial Japanese Navy had even begun work on an all-big-gun battleship, the Satsuma, in 1904. The arrival of the dreadnoughts sparked a new arms race, principally between Britain and Germany but reflected worldwide, as the new class of warships became a crucial symbol of national power.  

Her achilles heel was woven into her every texture.  Cracked and crooked she leaked and leaned.  Shattered lies she, broken in vogue and vain when we need her the very most. 

She will be missed.  

LICORICE!!

LICORICE!

PIANO MIDGET!!

PIANO MIDGET. 

Kabaps Anyone

Licorice liquor likes little lollygag licks like lizard legs' little lines like livers.  

Kalamazoo kites kill kicking Kentucky kangaroo kin.  

Yum tongue in cheek, fleas? 

A Watched hop

A saint once told me that a watched pot never boils and that a watched hop never toils. But I think the hop knows full well its dance of dissolution and despair is just a show before it rises to the surface for a breath of fresh air.

Keep hopping and watching...

And Ale Too...

It's splendid, simply splendid, and bubbles.

For Palin Red

Origins

The birth of Hulumus is upon us.  The dawning of the Sunstar of Lupus is open and vociferous, engaged, patent.  Green blossoming of autumnal fear will wane to the elixir of lore, a potion of hoptimous prime.  18 days to rejuvenate before the path is open and imminent.