breakfast of champions.

pannie cakes,
pannie cakes,
baker's man.
fry me some flat and sweet treats,
as fast as you can-

griddle in the middle and the stacks pack back.
thick, hearty, buttery, yet fluffy, golden and delicious.
that's how the day gets started when the Folk Life folks
get together early-shirley in the a.m. for nutritious fast breakin'.
whaaaaat?!
yeah.
slogged down in a saucy slather of real maple mutha-b!tchin' syrup,
and none of that corn-sap suckholery, either.
not once, not never.
it's practically impossible to have a bad time when your guts
and butts are digesting a pile of pannies.
me and my most excellent wifely hottness played host
to the cucch and our good buddy casey.
we gorged with gastric shark-gluttony.
pounds of pannies got pounded.
hard.
because that's how we doo-doo that sh!t.
and that's exactly what we did.
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it is 2011 isn't it?
so where is the thunder?
i've got the good stuff,
but now i want the loud(er),
fresh(er),
hardest of the hard-style hardness.
for all the skull-flesh flensing features anywhere.
11, for goodness' sake.
that means zombies, duders.
and what i mean by that is:
who wants to be a zombie?
we've got movie magic and tomsavini handbooks,
makeup artists, photographers, and props....
there's fake blood, real bullets, and tons of professional expertise,
all building towards the 19th of february.
what we need are active participants, y'all.
that means you.
you wanna be a zombie?
we'll make it happen.
on the ones, my ninjas-
if you've got the desire,
we can hook you up.
zombie photo shoot time is coming up.
get at me, ninjas,
and you can be a part of something super eleveny.
don't sleep on this.
life is happening,
and you're part of it.
hey!;
never quiet, never soft.....