running out of may.

the sun is out,
and with it,
piles and piles of people.
there's jammin' all over the place.
mostly the traffic type.
with a few horrible hippie hangabouts
sending saucy vibes via acoustic craptaculation, too.
for real, heaps of out-of-towners are touring about.
looking at how much more rad is it here
than any- and everywhere else.
and then throwing out some fast food litter
to beautify the landcapes and roadsides.
win.
the restaurants are full to burstin',
with lines of little kids hanging and haranguing outside.
i'd almost forgot what memorial day really stands for:
ruining adults' meals at restaurants until september.
we even attempted a flattieboombattie bread family dinner,
but the epic crankypants crapfest killed it.
don't worry-
busy business and pouty pals can't kibosh our gluttony;
it's seitan steak sandwiches instead.
warm nights with thich buns.
that's woodsly goodness at it's best.
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sunday, sunday, sunday!
y'know what THAT means?
yup.
another other 'nother no-call/no-show appointment.
that makes four for the week.
how's that feel?
hard.
it'd be nice to know how deep i'm destined to take it.
y'know?
i mean,
if i could anticipate the rectal breaching hard-style pounding
that the secret universal plan has in store for my A*,
then maybethe successive suckbombs wouldn't
make such deep impact craters on my warrior flavor.
without all this bitter,
my lemonade making skills wouldn't be so dang sweet.
another sunday,
the last one in may,
done and done;
never quiet, never soft.....