Monday, October 3

thorough fare.

this just in:
in my bellyhole, mutha-'uckas!!!
fa. la. fel.
oh! how i missed those chickity peas.
and the not-so teeny tahini topping?
yuuuuup.
sesame sauce, son!
pickled veggies, garden veggies, tabbouleh-blops,
and swaths of hummus, y'all.
i got the miki-fikin' works.
neighbors,
i didn't even taste the first one,
nor a half of the next one, either.
i had to slow down the swallowing
and savor the super-hottness i'd been craving
since last years's big delicious explosion of tastiness.
my chummed-water shark-glutton instincts took over
at the onset, and only force of sheer will prevailed.
fortunately,
today is another other 'nother shot at supreme ingestion.
i honestly can't wait.
***********
more of this.
farm animals.
carnival grossness.
exhibitions.
blue ribbons.
fried food.
overalls.
events.
it's all really happening.
and it is all really good.
october doesn't disappoint, duders,
and that's a fact.
*
in other news,
my sister mary grace turns 34 today.
as in: thirty-four successive calendar years old.
and no matter how ancient she gets,
somehow,
i'll always be even flippin' older....
awwwwwwwww, man.
at any rate,
there will be cake, kids.
that's a thing.
i'll actually be substituting some dessert-style fried dough.
with apples, and maple syrup, and powdered sugar,
celebratory solidarity, in absentia, an' that.
getting older.
it can't be helped.
collecting information,
and experiences,
and using one to interpret the other,
and vice versa.
that's helping harder,
with helping hands that have teeth, right?
you bet.
add it up,
and you know what you get?
that's correct-
wisdom.
the truly awesome byproduct
accessible only to active participants
living life like worthy warrior poets.
true story.
today is the day, again.
tattbombs, falafels, diversions, immersions;
never quiet, never soft.....

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