ten ten.

falafel fever?
is there such a thing?
i mean,
i get hot, and sweaty, and i get the chills,
and nauseous, and the shakes.
either i'm on heroin and nobody told me about it,
or i have completely overdosed on chick peas.
is it possible i've gone too far?
c'mon.
you can never go too far.
after you redline at the borders of good taste and common sense,
it's just a hop, skip and jump to the great beyond of level eleven hottness.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
literally.
more than ever,even,
especially after all of this shark gluttony.
***********
in no specific order,
with no regard for personal safety,
immerse yourself in the tahini-tainted terror of the last few days.
look ye upon the causes of my personal woe and ruin:

that's actually pretty gross,

all together like that.

i'm saying,

it's almost like p.t.s.d.;

reliving the trauma i've willfully inflicted on my whole life for a whole week.

i've actually had enough.

but,

there's still one more day of fryeburg fairness to endure.

i've already beaten my standing personal best.

it was double-deuce.

eleven, twice,

but thanks to jess's cautious consumption,

i've already scoopled up,

and shoveled down twenty-two.... and a half.

what?

yeah.

hardly the furious rout and demoralizing defeat of the old goals i'd hoped for,

but there's still time to pound on the final countdown,

and actually need hospitalization.

***********

the whole house is full as F*.

actually,

there's plenty of empty rooms we could still chock full of nuts.

but these nuts,

the one's who're here right now,

have definitely come to rock the party.

long nights,

good times,

hot fire,

falafels.

i am grateful for the spanners,

i'm grateful for the nuts.

tight, kids.

so tight.

(that's what SHE said?)

never quiet, never soft.....