so dope.
right by the louderhorn inn, on the way to powderhorn park,
dead smack dab in the center of the sealed-off street.
front flippin' row seats to the big action.
the best part?
no fire trucks, just puppets.
yeah, i know.
the heart of the beast puppet theater gets it IN, kids.
tigers, whales, skeletons, snails, owls, and a whole bunch of
hippies, crusties, weirdies, dirties, and fruitblasters.
my kind of gathering, for sure.
time flies when the fun is gettin' had, too.
in fact,
it may have been the fastest-passed four hours of my whole life.
...and then there was a kick-ass barbecue session into the sunless hours.
grilling, mutha-flips.
hot fire + treats = awesomeness.
several other 'nother kinds of fires were combusting a move, too..
one was even on my face.
mmm-hmmm. not quite spitting hot fire, either,
that implies increasing the distance from the fire from my skin;
it was more of a drooling pitch faceplant.
y'know somethin?
beards are SO flammable, y'all.
yeah.
maybe i'm understating it;
i set my face on fire.
not on purpose.
by putting napalm battle briquettes on the grill.
(there's lighter fluid already in 'em!)
spontaneous ignition swept my face with a towering, glowering inferno.
is it possible to appear confident and competent and communicative
with a fireworks display for a skull?
i hope so.
at any rate,
delicious treats,
warm bowls of fire-marshall-approved fuego,
soda pop,
and several tiers of the social stratum
munching up on all of it
makes for a good day and night.
...........
...and then shamira up and got her face ate off.
those who know the battle-beast of whom i speak
most likely need no further explanation.
those who don't should count themselves fortunate.
for the record,
nothing ends a party more concretely than a
berserker b!tch-bag getting snacked on by a ten-ton gangster pit bull.
that's word.
thus,
some late night emergency dog stitching bobotronics were enacted.
and barbecue time ended in a hail of screams,
hammer-wielding dog-experts (not whisperers, of course)
and mangled meat dog dangles.
somebody out there was making a point:
infinite natures should never be questioned.
some partygoers surmised exaggeration
on the part of the hebrank contingent
as to the ill-advised ferocity of his canine.
'F* that noise', replied shamira, calmly.
then she strode out confidently
into the waiting jaws of thunder and destruction.
believers were made, mutha-lickers.
***********
we've got two week's worth of good ideas to get busy with,
and three days to do it in.
i'm guessing a second visit to minneapolis is needed,
later in the year, just to scratch the surface.
it's always a whirlwind tornado tour of the twin cities,
but this time it's completely over the top.
long nights, hard styles, dog fights, and veggie kabobs, folks,
it's all right here.
i am grateful for this time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....
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