all good things,

must come to an end i guess;
today,
it's back to another weak-sauce workweek of indifferent waterbabies.
yep.
tattyzappin' the fat masses of mindless massachussetts meat-'tards...
while i'm sapping out the traces of my swelling soaring spirit
instilled from a fully fresh Folk Life experience,
harvest, maple, and jess are headed to storyland for some amusement.
luckily,
since i mostly hate up hard on little kids and big crowds,
avoiding that scene means i'm not totally missing out.
but,
in the interest of showing ya'll what YOU totally missed out on,
check out a little glimpse of what the inside
of the constantly rearranged,
always improved epic bread and puppet museum barn had to offer:

i said it before, and i'll say it again:

whatever you were doing that made it so you didn't get to glover,

you mutha-lickin' missed the mark,

and majorly missed the F* out;

you get another shot at the hottness, though;

next sunday, and the next, and the next,

all the way through the whole month of august, too.

do what you must to make it so,

even to the extreme of losing whole portions of body parts if necessary.

but make sure you get there.

trust me,

you need it, you really do;

never quiet, never soft...