chuggin' away....

even mo' muthaflippin' falafels, b!tch.

and again.

and AGAIN.
too much is just right.
can you even believe it?
they ran out of brown paper,
and went white....
gentrifying wrappers, yo.
how often does that happen?
oh well,
at least it's still brown people food....
today is the last day of the fair, kids.
i'm bummed,
but i'm still gonna hit up one last gluttonous protein bean buffet...

destined for greatness.
i like the sound of that.
not so much in the sense of inescapable predetermined course; i.e. destiny.
(although the secret universal plan usually unfolds pretty well, for sure....)
rather 'destined' as in the idea of a trip, toward awesomeness. i.e. destination.
successful voyaging? (success and greatness, yo.)
where are YOU headed?
because your favorite warrior poet is definitely destined for greatness.
i don't have a map,
but i've got a pretty good sense of direction,
a strong sense of universal secret plans
and i suppose i'll follow the trail of smoke rings,
because where there's smoke there's usually fire.
HOT fire.
battle beast beats and furious fuego furnaces await.
the journey IS the destination, my ninjas.
blaze a trail, blaze some guns, blaze up a cigar,
blaze a berserker barbarian bonfire.
just be dope.
i'm sayin'.
great.
never quiet, never soft...