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.  

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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.