burl-esque...

that's a hybrid of burly and grotesque.
my dietary reality is equal parts of both.
oh, stop it.
you know you like it.
y'know what i like?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
falafels.
i took it to the limits of good sense,
and the borders of bad taste.
shark-gluttony in mutha-flippin' full effect, duders.
however,
the heroic quantities and epic quality
of turbo-fresh fried brown bloppity goodness
kept me from crossing over into either.
i stayed the course, of course,
and kept cramming sandwiches into my face.
i started the day with falafel number eleven,
and i brought the big boy business to bear.
by the time we left, it was fifteen times the hottness.
that's word.
custom sandwiches get names, y'heard?
i'm on that dante alighieri-type hard-style jauns-
the hades, y'all.
Very Hot Sauce, all up and over the place:

chum the waters with tahini, kids.
the big-mouth battle-beast is on the feast front-

yeah!
you may not have noticed,
but the falafel balls are smaller and more numerous.
that's optimal falafel content per bite.
genius?
maybe.
EXPERT?
obviously-

hades, son!
i spit and sh!t hot fire!!
day makes way for night,
but the sun also rises, folks.
(no, not with bullfighting)
today is another day designed for falafel fury-

if you don't love falafels,
you are definitely an A*-hole.
...and speaking of A*-holes,
y'know what fifteen falafels does to one?
things, neighbors.
it does some pretty serious things.
but y'all know that isn't going to factor in
on my poor decision making skills.
too much is the right amount.
that's the surefire way to indentify a good thing.
if you need more,
it's probably pretty dope.
***********
october is ticking away.
we're nearly a week into the worthiest of
spannable times, and appreciable activities.
it's back to work day.
it's thor's day.
it's time.
my waistline is expanding.
my worldview is refining,
and in no way does that mean narrowing.
my mind is open, the perspective is broad,
and that just means that the selectively subsumed
just-be-dopeness has plenty of room to expand,
expound, and extrapolate on really realness.
What Is, friends, is what's up.
i'm not interested in could, should, or would,
only in what's actually all really happening.
the temeperature is dipping,
the flora is faltering,
the fecund fauna are frolicking,
and the Folk Life is flourishing.
here is where,
now is when,
us is who,
happening is what,
and falafel is why;
never quiet, never soft.....