i add an extra 'T',
for the much higher temperatures generated by the furious furnace we call my heart.
aaand for Mr. T.
because i really do pity the fools, yo.
we ate falafels yesterday in northampton, mass.
i also got this dope skull at a yuppie 'save tibet' store.
lots of balding grey longhairs in that town.
lots of saabs, recumbent bicycles, and clever NPR stickers.
and lets not forget the 'pride and joy' lbg center either.
there's even a tibetan restaurant on the main street, too.
yak meat sandwiches.
because we need that, i'm sure...
sometimes being a left-leaning pro-diversity city is great.
other times it's oppressively open-minded.
i mean,
have some hard-hearted opinions, for crying out loud.
spit some hot fuego, bring the thunder, go berserk,
instead of dribbling the tepid tear-soaked, bleeding heart,
pilsner urquell, organic bubblebath water.
i just don't vibe on city hippies.
otherwise,
northampton could be a potential immigration location
for the 'folklife fellowship'.
today will be spent on the river.
and tonight, barbecue and big heads are definitely in order.
looks like tomorrow is a gun-shootin', high-falutin', heart-breakin', bridge-burnin',
hot fire-spittin' kind of day.
makin' the most of it, ya'll.
mostly masterworks in meditative manipulation of molten magma , that is...
or at least pens, inks, cardboard, wood charcoal, lighter fluid, and root beers.
most of the time,
i dig it the most.
the right time is now,
the right thing to do is whatever you're doing,
and the right person to do it with is the person by your side.
the time is right, ya'll.
be bold.
llysfwytawr dial tylwythau,
bwyd yw llofruddiaeth .
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