sell you falafels.
i came to bring the pain, neighbors.
on many levels, even.
so what's sadder than spanning two hours,
all alone,
at a fair full of folks,
trying to physically injure my in-and-outsides?
right?
and yet,
i wasn't going to let outward appearances
of losery loneliness affect my inner workings.
i filled the void where friends and family would be
with greased-up, hummus-lubed, crunchy, chewy,
gooey wood-roasted, deep-fried vegetable vengeance!
mood altering with food, mutha-lickers, like a professional.
it's been a wearying week of wanton wandering
and laser-guided smart-bomb falafelation,
so,
with eyes on the prize, guts on the mend,
i brought the mutha-b!tchin' hard-style fury.
feel awful falafel friday.
word the F* up.
duders,
it's documented, i meant it:
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two hours of raging gypsy stormswept savage
shark-attack shoveljawed gluttony.
my personal best/worst for a single day falafel assault.
in under half the time.
that's disgusting, in a lot of ways,
eleventh-level really-realness in most others.
hand-hammered epic manliness,
forged in the fiery furnaces fo falafel consumption.
i doo-doo that self-destructive follow-through,
miscreant execution, self-competetive-type sh!t.
SON!
bad decisions and good food, y'all.
Very Hot Sauce-augmented overindulgence-induced
indigestion nightmares?
c'mon.
if sleep offers respite from the reflux-ragnarok,
then you aren't doing it right.
yuuuuuup.
hard-styles and long nights.
that's how it happens when it really happens.
two more nights of fair food and legendary legumes.
october activation, duders.
that's pure, raw, undulterated Folk Life & Liberty.
uncut new england expert autumn explosions of hottness.
six falafels, my ninjas.
in a word: mighty.
the aftershocks are still being felt,
from the neck down,
devastation reigns supreme.
listen closely,
and you can probably hear the groaning, moaning,
creaking, leaking, burbling, gurgling, and bubbling.
berserker barbarian battle-beast business;
never quiet, never soft.....
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