Pineapple Juice – Notes from a Strange Month on the BC Coast

A wave of weirdness washed over the lands…

Stirring the riders of air, mountain and sea.

Sending momentary bursts of winter.

With smokey moments in the midst of the storm.

And a side of pineapple juice.

We received news from the Wizard Beast: “Rain’s on the way.”

But we ventured forth anyways…

And hung out with the elders at the top of the peaks.

This landscape seemed strangely familiar.

So did this sliding sensation.

But then this happened.

So we went faster than usual.

Slashed through some pow.

And then ended up here.

In this field of exploding pillows.

Might as well see where this ends up.

Hmmmm….Up here somehow.

This guy just dropped out of nowhere.

And then this guy flew past, no doubt visiting from the future.

Hide your daughters. Hide your wife.

Seriously though, he’s coming right for us.

The time to send was right about now.

But then we fell asleep and woke up here.

The Wizard Beast was there, so we knew we were on the right track.

This guy went out to gather his thoughts.

“Mmmmmmmm….Patrick Swayze.”

“I should get a cat.”

Seasonal Confusion Disorder.

The things we do to ward off the craziness…

Are worth their weight in neoprene.

Because everyone will tell you…

Hips don’t lie.

First degree murder, posse’ing out.

Time travel’s a hell of a drug.

Per Caw….You’re telling me.

Stretching is advised, in those times between seasons.

And just like a ghost I’m gone again…