predisposed to indisposition.

what's up, mutha-uckas?
it's easy.
because it's not just "like",
it actually IS sunday morning.
they wrote a song about it, even.
wakin' up and munchin' up and gettin' all ready.
just sayin',
Tea 'N' Toast is a smooth introduction to each day.
and today is no exception.
it's everything after the magic fast-break that gets
a little bit less fresh and flavorful.
seriously,
sunday afternoon is anything but effortless.
there're rules, limitations, strictures, and abidances
that beg observation,
and the determined dereliction of that duty
takes it's toll visibly by around 3 p.m.
you know it-
loud, fresh, hardness is dirty work, duders.
and no matter how steep the pricetag of
taking it to eleven,
all the hot and fiery berserker bombardiers
pay it gladly, and with interest.
*
overnight,
the leaves have started their polychrome moulting.
rain activates that big business, neighbors.
the grey humidity that has blanketed the mountains
has flipped the switch to full-ahead on fall.

word up.
we've got quantifiable natural beauty, kids.
you should really make an effort to visit.
otherwise,
you are clearly missing out.
*
funtime concert time in the nighttime.
uh-huh.
after tattbombing the 'butter all day,
we're driving a spell,
and sittin'/standing in the open air.
if we're really lucky,
maybe it'll rain...
ohhhhhh, man!
getting EXPERT with the avett brothers
comes at a price:
social gatherings,
boku big drinkies,
commonality of location and diversion with
crowds, nay, hordes of doo-duders,
and with only a small clique of my peoples
to buffer the buffeting buttholery of all the rest of it.
my sick socks had better get rocked right the F* off,
because the spirit of compromise is not
one of the spirits and memories contained within
the recalcitrant canyons and causeways
of the great northern woodsly goodness.
y'heard?
i'm going,
and i'm going hard.
me and mine are ready to experience the hottness.
i'll be hacking and hawking and hankie-wiping,
like a rotten molecular core,
surrounded on all sides by bodies guarding my
sovereign circumference,
a shield wall of worthy warrior poets,
a protective phalanx of active participants
and semi-professional appreciators.
we're a life-sized model of a Folk Life atom,
charged up and ready to swap ions in a
full-scale major meltdown of concertgoing fun.
times are being had,
ready or/ like it or not;
never quiet, never soft.....