roosters.

ya'll better get used to this.
two more fattie boombattie garbanzo gutbusters down the hatch....
there's gonna be more falafel gettin' ate up today, too.


these guys,
they know how to get busy.....
i especially like how they BOTH made pirate faces.
i'll tell you what, my ninjas:
these hippies make real dope sandwiches.
i'm sayin'.

since the last week has basically all been about one thing;
that being my obsessive interest in chick peas, cumin, and garlic,
i think i'll deliver a scandalous non-sequitur into your day:
a luscious, huge, bumpy-headed shiny black cock.

i mean,
in a roomful of roosters,
this big bad larry put 'em all to shame.


bad lighting+damaged camera+throbbing cock=demon yardbird explosion.
i don't think he liked me at all.
(but not as bad as the bunny who kicked a bucket of water out of his cage at me)

does anybody else get down on h.p. lovecraft?
because that is some serious no foolin' cthulu-type sh!t up there, ya'll.
lovecraft not only had a dope name,
but a buttload of absolutely insane stories.
i mean insane insane.
like, mentally ill.
go read some.
rat people, dimensional demon-babies, new england seamonster mashers,
my man had some flavor.....
arkham asylum, from batman comics,
is a tribute to his magical mystery town from the stories......
so is the necromancer's bible,
the necronomicon.
evil dead, b!tches,
as in: boom sticks....
no joke.
he knew what was poppin'......


i mean, c'mon.
i would almost think this bird looked dumb,
if i didn't see a heapin' helpin' of sesame street's own big bird in 'im.....
okay, it STILL looks dumb,
and oscar the grouch was my homeboy, anyway.....
the point that should be made is:
not just dead birds are sexy;
the showgirl/hooker ones ain't so bad either.....


nighttime fairtime funtimes.
cinnamon sugar, grease, sausage, manure.
how do you smell romance?
take a whiff of this fok life livin', yo.
never quiet, never soft...