how's'about some special weekendie foods:
big breakfast.of champions.
you know you really like it.
the whole damn gamut of greasy 'getables.
soysages? check.
smashed up tofu crumblies? check.
biscuits? obviously.
...and gravy, too, mutha-b!tches.
this is exactly how the party gets started.
fact.
and duders, just for the record-
smoked paprika and some ho' sauce on that scrambles?
eleven.
from a warm start.
family breakfast is every bit as bangin' as dinner.
when the short times are every bit your own times,
you can do whatever makes it worthy.
warrior poetry is sometimes written in gravy.
blood is tougher, sure,
but way less tasty.
and since there is a moritorium on lame-sauce vampire 'holery,
blood is off the menu this morning.
but,
now that we're flying on high-test vegan power-ups,
anything can happen.
plus,
it's as hot as an oven, and twice as sunny,
so it all probably will happen.
really.
real life, duders.
we eat food and get busy and doo-doo that day-off sh!t.
unfolding the plans like origami animals.
(it's hard to make anatomically correct chipmunks)
take a look at that big bell-
no,
it's not an F*ing tuba,
it's a day lily.
nature pulled out a pre-emptive 'splosion-
that's what's happening all of a sudden in our yard.
a whole patch of mellow yellows popped up overnight.
it must be because they're celebrating.
celebrating what?
dan dealy's berfday.
that's some sh!t.
happy mutha-lickin' day, duder.
black op photo-poppin' hottness.
i hope there's cupcakes or somethin'.
i'm sayin'.
i've known that ninja for nine years in a row now,
and he just keeps gettin' better with age.
do that work, kiiiiiid.
nice.
***********
time's a wastin',
but not by us.
we're packin' it in,
hard, and deep, and full.
whole weeks in only 24 hours,
whole years in just seven days.
check the teleport.
i'm digesting words and deeds,
at breakneck speeds.
swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow;
always full and never hollow.
life-eaters, y'all,
gluttonous, glutinous, 'garious;
never quiet, never soft.....
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