B & P for you and me.

y'know what goes swimmingly with a big field
packed full of stinky hippies and sunshiny vibes?
bread.
and puppets.
uh-huh.
for those who don't know,
you are completely unprepared for the epic hottness
that we immersed ourselves in today...
glover, vt.
bread and puppet's decapitalization circus,
and 'the nothing is not ready' pageant.
what's better than an eighty year old manly man on turbo-long stilts?
nothin'.
a day in the northeast kingdom,
a day with the family,
a day off from the doo-doo butter.
that's a good day.
so many smelly ones, hairy ones, and not-so-fresh ones.
and even more awesome ones.
the loud, fresh, hard elite dopeness went to eleven.
stilts, kids.
i need a pair of reliable log-length legs.
last time i tried, i broke my A*-bone right off of my body.
so naturally,
after the spell of abstinence from dangerous balancing acts,
i need more.
kiss my A*.
to make the boo-boos go away, in advance, i mean.
be easy.
long drives and loud music,
overcast days and powerful plays,
life is getting lived,
like it or leave it,
free or die,
and all that stuff.
happenings;
never quiet, never soft.....