soup? or bowl?

oh MAN!!
the pull of those magnetic forces
is messing up my nights,
and stressing out the days,
and activating the werewolf nutrients
circulating throughout the woodsly goodness.
have you seen that big silver skyball, neighbors?
it's big, it's almost fully round,
and it is making moves on my brain and sh!t.
wolf moon magic, mutha-uckas.
i'm on that futuristic evolution jauns,
convergent hybrid human canine lycanthrope action,
but that's just how warrior poets get fresh, y'heard?
the rest of america is taking gaytardation off the charts.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
the big game is kicking off,
and bringing the fat, the stupid, and the lame
all the way to eleven.
now, some ninjas know what's up,
and aren't checking scores and eating buffalo wings-
but everybody else is getting excited about commercials,
and otherwise gorging on consumer culture and bleu cheese.
no celery for those duders, right?
vegetables are like being literate-
y'know, super gaysplosive.
weak sauce is the boss tonight,
and that's cool.
more hottness for the really real ones.
that's a thing.
*
my out-of-state graffiti guerilla, vido,
is back on the attack,
looking to attach some more neckzapping
to his messed-with texan tattoo situation...
yeah!
one half of his throat is already done,
and the other other side is due for some tattbomb abuse.
lucky for both of us,
i GOT they!
that trumps sports every single time.
***********
did i mention we're going on vacation next week?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
what better way to demolish valentine's than by
going to connecticut?
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
that's not romantic at all.
at all at all.
we're not staying there though, yo.
c'mon.
what are we?
A*holes?
probably.
because we're going to an even darker place.
yes.
that's right.
the magic flippin' kingdom.
disney sunovab!tchin' world.
me, the wifey, her dad, his wife, our kids.
brutality for february's face,
and ruination for all of my whole entire everything.
i'll be putting that boastful braggadocio about the
'happiest place on earth' to the test, friends.
believe it.
real life,
not televised sporting events.
both are really happening,
but only one is dope;
never quiet, never soft.....