activation.

oh, man!
the  weather outside is seriously trying to
F* the A* right off of the fair experience.
but it's not working even a little tiny bit, duders.
frenzied falafel feasting is more reliable than the post office.
and they're nearly all-weather deliverers, too.
we, on the other hand,
are hard-style hummus munchers;
a soggy-bottomed diaper-blast of sloppy soil an' sh!t
is never ever gonna stop my single-minded mission
to shovel sandwich after sandwich down my craw.
they taste better the more you eat.
and they look good,
but taste even more expert.
fact.
check the teleport:

you'd better believe it, kids.
the exponential expansion of enjoyment for all of this?
uno mas, por favor.

yuuuuuup.
with some hot cider to wash it down and warm you up?
c'mon.
see that tomato-based hot pepper hottness!
i doo-doo that spicy nicety condimentalism.
what do you know about v.h.s., neighbors?
Very Hot Salsa.
if you can't hang out,
you're probably an A*-hole.
it's got the aftershock radiation mouthfire activation.
and that's a thing.
hurts so good?
yeah.
slowly but surely,
i'll be filling in this hole in my belly,
all mutha-lickin' week, son!
(that's what she said)
***********
today is a whole day fair affair.
that means snouts and snoots
and furry petting zoo beasties.
big fun.
it's also the very last day of our farm share collection.
i'd be sadder about that situation
if i weren't under the influence of extreme falafel decadence.
squash and leeks and whatever else just aren't as dope
as deep-fried ceci garbanzo bombs...
duders,
the volume is turned way down on everything else.
and the volume of empty space in my stomach
is stretched further with every mouthful.
loud fresh hardness, my ninjas.
just sayin',
if it's not the fair,
it's not invited;
never quiet, never soft.....