fried day.

i've got a coating of personal moisture, duders.
yuuuuup.
a protective anemone-proof layer of bodily sauce.
it's too hot to care about it, too.
even though it's slimy enough to leave rainbow slicks
on any and all other liquid surfaces.
and that's gross.
real gross.
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we're on that last-ditch last-minute business.
the final press to press on and print up
all the extras and other other treats for the big day.
y'know,
tomorrow.
that's right, neighbors,
art in the park is here.
at the park, even.
you should go.
seriously,
if you live in new england,
you should be planning an air-conditioned car ride
to the woodsly goodness.
jess will be in charge of our booth,
under a big shady tent,
alongside tons of other 'nother arthurian artist(e)s.
i'm otherwise engaged, however.
in order to accomodate our tag-team eagle's egg powers,
while she gets to steam it up outside,
i'll be sausage-blasting at the tattbomb studio.
i know, y'all.
it's kind of what i do, these days.
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thanks to the inspiration from my buddy ry-guy,
who brought the woods to the indoor art studio
way back in march, in minnesota,
i've got all i need to hang my dolls at the show.
trees,
on charlie brown XI-mas stands.
word up:

see?
expert.
if you've got the time,
and you like dopeness,
and you don't mind sweaty tourists,
we'll be seeing you tomorrow.
until then;
never quiet, never soft.....