Tuesday, March 30

vacation time!

woo-hoo!
it's a chilly, rainy, awfully awful day out there.
but i'm on vacation, mutha-uckas,
so who gives a sh!t?
the best way to appreciate the woodsly goodness
is to head out to anywhere else for a little minute.
cities?
suckle it.
highways?
suckle it.
suburbs?
suckle, suckle, suckle.
there's a fellatious frenzy of rest-o'-the-worldliness out there,
and i'm ready to be blown away by it all.
(c'mon.)
if nothing else,
i'm ready to gorge my gullet in gastronomical grotesquerie;
just how much vegan food will i shark-chomp my
fat F*n' face through in the next week?
ALL of it.
gluttony, my ninjas, is what's up.
like a mutha-flippin' conehead,
one-bite delights, no matter the size of the forkful.
quantities will be consumed en masse.
where's the first stop on my feasty schedule?
the green elephant.
my once a month, post-werewolf munch-up is here.
i anticipate luxury, in my mouth.
and rest assured i will disgust the other diners
with my unchewed, whole-hunk swallowing.
in fact,
if my bellyhole isn't distended past the point
of any semblance of physical normality,
then i'm definitely doing it wrong.
then,
with my damaged insides sloshing around my middle,
and my previously innie belly-button-up
protruding all pop-outie,
it'll be an evening of standing still
amidst a sea of sweaters, thick glasses, and tight pants.
yep.
dark dark dark time is tonight time!
non-stop action, kids.
there will not be pauses,
there will not be breaks,
nor interludes, intermissions, intervals, nor respite;
all dang day long, and most of the night,
there's to be as much fun hangaround time as possible,
because tomorrow is dedicated to traveling.
airborne adventures on the sea of clouds, y'all.
...i love flying.
airports can kinda chug on it,
especially for bearded folks at the security checks...
but airplanes are dope.
***********
vacation, duders.
it's such a good thing.
art, music, food, friends, travel, all of that.
the next 216 hours hold the promise of nonstop rockin'.
as long as i see some titans clash,
and fill in the blanks with the brownest blops
of ethiopian edibles,
i'm ready for anything.
it's all happening,
and that's not even the half of it.
minneapolis?
more like MAXI-apolis!
get ready;
never quiet, never soft.....

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