i spit hot fireworks.

happy birthday, america.
way to get older and suckier.
...i'm repping 232 years ago, the o.g. independence hottness...
1776, ninjas.....c'mon.

jess's birthday bonanza was a success!
we had a great time last night.
serious boomin' berfday business time.
our peoples came out in force for funtime feasting.
even the cupcakes were bangin';
(i was worried a little- vegan conversion isn't always easy, or delicious)
maple lost another tooth, too,
so the toof fairy came and hooked her up last night.
harvest has a loose front one, as well.
it must be somethin' about the fresh folk life;
all the hot fire we spit is loosenin' their teeth,
but,
adult molten molars for mighty magma maws are makin' moves to push their way through. 
y'heard?.....

party dresses and magnesium phosphate...
pink and purple party people.


how about a fourth of july un-uncle sam?
peter schumann!
this dude is, like, 80!!!
he also founded and continues to just be dope with
the bread and puppet theater.
a lifetime of folk life active participation.
big heads, farms, puppets, printing, writing, baking......
if you wonder who i look up to (literally, when he's on those stilts, yo)
here's one of the few duders to get it right, and gets it in......
have you seen 'across the universe'?
bread and puppet flavor is infused throughout!!!
a pre-game primer on professional puppet perfection!!!
rent that movie. hell, BUY that movie. it's pretty dope.
now,
if you haven't been to glover, vt. to see the farm, the bread and the puppets,
you'd better get crackin'.
you NEED it,
you really do.
we should ALL go.
strangers and friends, and strange friends:
email me: battlebeasteleven@gmail.com,
and we'll make plans for a funday sunday circus celebration road trip.....


explosions in the sky are slated to begin after dark this evening.
fireworks. because fire works.
hot fire works, ya'll,
never quiet, never soft...