sweetness.

the whole world is on hold

whilst the fairgrounds are callin' to us.

like a sailor to a siren's song,

those sandwiches are just luring me in....

everything else is just not as important.

what's the score?

three more falafels last night, y'all.

huh?
that's only two.
i need one more for the road-
...pretty F*n' rad, too.
that's ten for the week,

and that after only three days.
and that also means today immediately
goes to eleven.
and they taste even mutha-lickin' better
than they mutha-flippin'  look,
and don't even try to tell me they don't look good.
wooooooooord.
really good.
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let's talk about little babies in my house.
cuteness to eleven, ninjas.
and y'all know me.
babies don't normally make me get soft-centered and gooey.
i'm a hard-hearted hatemonger,
but i always give credit where it's due.
and i doo-doo that little doodoo monster,
i'm tellin' you guys-
little harlen is adorable.
the dog, however, can't hang out.
for real,
a little squishy, stinky, squeaky round pink thing?
sounds like a chew toy?
looks like a piglet?
that's a snack.
and our little 'tarded special needs beast
would love nothing more than to snack up
on a little baby rump roast.
be easy.
we worked it out,
and everything's cool.
except the dog.
nature vs. nature vs. nurture.
infinity and beyond, y'all.
from falafel to falafel,
the world is one beige blur;
never quiet, never soft.....