having a blast.

fuego a-go-go.
solar lanterns.
torches.
sparklers.
my peoples.
that's how it gets done.
eleven, all the way, from sun-up to glowing embers.
Folk Life & Liberty gets it in, ninjas.
where were you guys?
we were at the fire.
teleport?
check it:

luxurious.

furious.

bi-curious?

spurious.
(like an ostrich, and pony boy, mixed together, huh?)

terminus.
***********
long nights, good times, everything else.
grilled deliciousness, across the board.
from our early mornin' breaka'-breaka' panniecakes,
complete with syrup-stretching blueberry compote sauce,
to magic choco-loco tofutti drumstick blops for deep-dark dessert.
...everlasting hamden hottness.
harvest, maple, jess, jim, lea, holmes, the cucch,
and a special guest appearance or two throughout the day.
that's real life, duders,
in vacation-paced parcels of spanned time.
of course,
my weekend's all over now,
and it's back to the grindhouse for my A*.
everybody else is still hanging out,
and having fun,
and sharkin' up on that vegan glutton explosion.
unfortunately for me, though,
this is daddy's house,
(that's SO what she said)
and that means it's daddy's job to pay those bills.
awwwwwwww man.
hard-styles slid into our rural reality.
just like that.
work. work. work.
i doo-doo that doo-doo buttery fiscal responsibility-type sh!t.
movie checks don't write themselves, y'heard?.
still,
we're nobody's bobots,
and tonight's another 'nother other night for big fun.
it's always happening.
the woodsly goodness never quits;
never quiet, never soft.....