visited?

perpetual gloom.
that's the outside atmosphere.
it's been dark, dark, dark,
all dang day long,
...with a marginally better live show.
leaves have become slick slippers
and roadside hazards;
low-lying clouds and the foggy haze of
rainy mountain grey areas;
the pattering pitter of pouring skies,
pouring their guts out on the ground;
the smell of soaked earth and sleepy roots.
september is whisking away under cover of weather.
what is this today?
well,
it's the day, neighbors.
today was all about worthy warrior participants.
we had molto visitors at the studio,
hanging about, hanging out, hanging around, an' that.
it's nice to know that i can compound all my sociability
into the workday at the tattbomb laboratory.
fine looking ladies abounded,
manly men astounded,
and in-between, some zaps got blasted.
these kinds of dreary A*-dragging days need some of that.
peoples, spanning time together,
and enjoying each others company.
or at least enjoying everybody's company but mine.
i've just got that way about me, duders.
an acquired taste, even,
of the utmost in excess and extremism.
that's how the cookie crumbles.
with chocolate on the outside,
and peanut buttery hottness in the middle.
huh?
no, i'm serious:

see?
moon pie for your eye!
okay, you got me-
i'm just killing time and filling space.
(it's almost the best, burly, book-reading hour)
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each day brings me one closer to the fair.
the fair, y'all.
eight days of gluttony and gastronomic garishness.
so close, i can smell the grease, the manure,
and the nedneck pheromones...
or maybe that's fried oreos.
they're almost chemically identical.
duders,
falafel is in my future.
mountains of it.
the level of consumption?
yuuuuuup-
eleven.
you can count on it.
if you're within five hundred miles,
i expect to see you there.
first falafel is on me;
never quiet, never soft.....