success is measured in bites.

feelin' awesome?

yep.
feelin' awesome.
with three chunky chomped-up chickpea challenges
completed right out at the entryway.
bing! straight outta the box an' that.
bam. bam. bam.
that's a strong start, y'all.
what comes next?
check it out:

feelin' full.
part two of a three-step process for success.

grumbles and mumbles in my bellyhole.
a top-coat of tahini, and a mug of rootin-tootin' sarsaparilla,
y'know,
to settle things down a bit.
and after a quick photo attempt
with my new favorite animal, the human-boobed sow,
(who stayed modest sleeping on her stomach)
it was time to bring the thunder.
it was windy as F*.
the answers were blowing,
on woodsmoke scented gusts,
mixed with animal doo-doo.
take it to eleven, albie rock.
...and then double it.
uh-huh:

folks,
i give you number twenty-two.
ka-pow! feelin' awful, yet?
yep.
...finally.
successfully shark-gluttoned into oblivion.
a cucumber-accompanied clod of
carotid-clogging crunchables.
holy smokes.
holy horsecrap.
holy sh!t-salad.
dreams really do come true, huh?
yeah.
***********
it's a holiday weekend for regular folks.
that's probably good news for some of y'all.
not much changes for woodsly goodsmen and
woodsly goodwives, though.
we just do what we do.
despite the octagenarian buick-drivers
wreaking bedlam on the byways and overlooks
of this idyllic mountain vale.
look! a tree!
drive slower.
look a tree!
swerve into the breakdown lane.
look a tree!
for goodness' sake, duders.
it's a forest.
they just can't see it for the trees.
c'mon.
orange.
yellow.
green.
brown.
sounds like my toilet after feel-awful falafel friday.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
hard styles
and real life.
we got them jauns up here.
true stories told truly;
never quiet, never soft.....