countdown.

oh, man.

i tattooed until kinda lateish last night.
which was fresh because those grands don't come for free,
but that scene was also stress-laden,
since the fairgrounds stop making magic kinda early.
that's a dangerous combination of ingredients, neighbors.
like chlorine and ammonia,
it's a knockout and a bombshell...
...but not an attractive lady.
c'mon.
there was good news, though.
my homeboy nate drove me to the fair.
after getting tat-blasted for a bunch of hours.
all late-night saturday night creepin' on them jauns.
and we hit that sh!t before closing.
and like 1,2,3,
we made it work, ninjas.
consider, if you're able, the teleport:

fa.

la.
fel.
full-on feasting fury folks.
it's the new recipe, i think.
finely-ground and perfectly spiced,
with a dual-lubricated larynx flume upgrade.
fried + tahini = pantloads of fun.
twenty-five berserker raids on my bellyhole.
twenty-five separate sojourns to tastebud eden.
that's no joke.
plus, my buddy had his first ever falafel.
and immediately upon finishing,
his second ever falafel.
word up.
i'm changing whole culinary perspectives up here.
like a mouth-watering wisdom-widening woodsly guru.
mmm-hmmm.
recognize, duders.
last-minute liasons with my dinnertime reality.
concentric circles, kids.
overlapping spheres of influence.
is it random chance that falafel balls are circular discs?
or cultivated coincidence?
there's nothing metaphsyical about the aftermat, though;
of that noise, i can assure all y'all.
those bombshells are just pure ragnarok.
***********
it's sunday.
it's the last day of the fair.
eight days.
that's somethin'.
it's been a pretty amazing week.
i dealt with nothing.
i accomplished less.
i consumed incredible quantities of a single foodstuff.
tomorrow is an observed holiday.
i'll be observing a moment of silence,
because tomorrow,
the new world is discovered.
the world without falafel.
what am i gonna have for dinner?
anything can happen;
never quiet, never soft.....