multi-colored rainbows of sugary tooth decay,
mashed up with butterish melty white glops of blarpity mess?
yeah.
but,
so colorful.
bad dietary choices are sometimes very essential
to the gastric well-being of bearded weirdies.
true story.
if you don't put some noxious goo-balls in your gut,
how will your bellyhole know to bring the thunder
when it's time to scavenge scraps from the woods?
it's training, duders.
delicate vegan gayfruit pampering is not the truth.
even the forest foragers know that.
my jauns are cast-iron caustic.
everything i eat feels like it will kill me....
but then it doesn't.
and that supposedly makes me stronger.
so i can eat even more awfulness.
with my face.
i think my underbite helps, too.
orc-type hard-style biting and exciting is what's up.
uruk-hai jawbreakers,
and sweet squares of pebbles, neighbors.
heck,
i'd almost rather eat real pebbles,
or whole entire flippin' rocks even.
they'd probably be easier on my constitution,
and on my positive dental outlook.
uh-huh.
***********
normally today is my friday.
but not today.
today,
it's just another other 'nother day.
because tomorrow is a work day.
awwwww, man.
why would i doo-doo that?
movie checks, ninjas.
i gotta make 'em.
y'heard?
yep.
workity work-work work.
monday into tuesday in the rain.
and then wednesday gets a road trip in the mix
with vegan treats and a b!tchin' bluegrass banjo concert.
seriously.
my homeboy steve martin, son!
live at the merrill auditorium in portland, maine.
on the ones, y'all-
finger-pluckin' mutha-uckin' hottness for your A*s.
and for mine, too.
work and play,
every day, duders.
with sugar-laced pure cane craziness,
and full moon fever mixed in.
it's happening,
as always;
never quiet, never soft.....
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