Friday, July 30

splendor.

what?
a surprise visit to the green elephant?
yep.
late nights in portland, maine
sharking some gluttony up on a last minute decision.
we headed there rolling mad deep.
because that's how hamden does it.
deep.
peoples upon peoples.
and they were all of 'em my peoples.
now that's somethin'.....
i can't express my gratitude in grandiose enough terms.
my oldest and most bestest friends are the ones i miss the most.
they're gone again, of course.
never quiet, never soft, never enough of all of it...
too much is the right amount;
and instead of saturating my senses with warrior poetry,
i'm left wishing for just a taste more of the hot hot fiery hottness.
like this:
c'mon.
that's a just-stache.
and a tractor.
no good?
oh, stop.
well, okay then,
how about this?
boner-poppin' lightsaber gay'splosions.
...you know you really like it.
active participation is the name of the game.
and if it's totaly stupid, then we want in.
Folk Life & Liberty, my duders-
everything we doo-doo is so much better
than anything you've ever even thought of.
that's the trademarked move-making masterworks
of the Hamden Warrior Crew, y'all.
i'm just sayin',
you can take those berserker barbarian battle-beasts out of hamden,
but the hamden IN 'em is indelible, y'heard?
eleven.
at all times, by any means possible;
never quiet, never soft.....

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