tea and toast.

whaaaaaaat?
a whole day of dedicated dopeness just happened.
me and the kids went dress shopping,
and hooked up a pair of super-fresh psychedelic-print paisleys,
(which is the ultimate attire for fields of puppety bread an' that)
we got enough snacks to choke a horde of hippies with the munchies,
(which may happen sooner than we think)
i heard about some colt firearms trading deals,
(which is what's up with hot lead dispensation)
after all, i like my 'peace' more like 'piece'.
i tattyblasted a freehand half sleeve's worth of american bald eagle.
and,
it's taco night.
that's how summer gets it poppin' my ninjas....

tomorow we go to glover, vt.
if you've got the day off;
or a sick day coming,
or a sh!tty job you can quit,
and a car;
or a thumb and a hitchhiker's will to travel,
and an atlas or uber-keen sense of direction,
then turn off the sodapants,
and turn up the thunder to eleven,
because that bread and puppet jawns is about to go off.
one dose of life-affirming turbo hottness coming right up, yo.
it's nice to see a few hippies get a little somethin' somethin' right;
at least once a summer, anyway.
they still smell like oniony armpits from half a field away, though.

at any rate,
unless you're a lame-ass,
or waay too far away,
or have some type of terminal illness,
you know where the flavor is at tomorrow.
(it's glover, vt., dummy)
if you're an awesome active participant,
we'll probably see you there.
i'll be the handsome devil in the wizard hat,
with the acid-trip janky joplins at my side;
never quiet, never soft...