bigger, better, more amazing.

bread & puppet, my ninjas.
epic.

there were so many flippin' people there,
and most of them weren't a-holes at all,
excluding the topless hag, and the aggressive dog owners...
my peoples maintained woodsliness, and goodness,
with perfect attendance in full force.
hard props are being issued:
the whole rovetti posse: steve, jenny, fiona, & cullen,
jimmie & jenny,
and even other jim,
all represented the Folk Life in flavorful ferocity....
so much super-freshness, and great vibes all around;

except for this guy.
right in front, tall, AND on a chair.
what an inconsiderate weak-sauce waterbaby.
his attempts at being a ruiner were for naught,
as the day rolled on in infinite dopeness, defiantly....

plenty of chunky crusties also showed up.
non-contributors, yo.
(shawn hebrank's old seattle crew type business.)
skanky, grit grimy genderless stinkbombs.
why do they all wear the same uniform?
and what's the reasoning behind dread headlock chemotherapy hairstyles?
duders gotta be involved, producing some hottness,
not just sucking off the flavor remnants of the doo-doo'ers of all the freaky sh!t.
participation is important.
remember:
sharks are dope,
remoras not so much.

this was one of those days.
the ones where everything and everyone all fit together just right.
ya'll shoulda shown up.....

hard.
always and forever.
never quiet, never soft....