outer space.

west maui, duders.
it's got lava rocks from some moon-type scenery jauns.
it's pretty much a coral reef explosion of weird fish
and gently explosive ocean butthole tubes blasting corrosive
salt sprayness for your anus.
sharp rocks, and sharp grass, and sharp turns on steep roads?
yuuuuuuuuuup.
we keep it expert all flippin' day long, yo.
neighbors.
it's going away party time tonight.
uh-huh.
the cucch and rebexpert are well-respected
and will be deeply missed by the folks
who beach-bum around this north shoreline
of windy rain and activated participation.
they'll be missed by yours truly, too.
of course,
within a month or so,
they'll be back on the right side of the country,
no matter how ultra-left-leaning they try to be.
word up.
the east coast is calling me, kids.
and when i answer, i won't be alone.
today's the day,
and tonight is the night.
if my flame-kissed devil-colored skin wasn't
cooking me from the outside in,
i'd soak up some rays or whatever kind of
raging with the sea birds that duders do.
how did we close out the west maui sightseeing tour?
we had fancy dinner at a fancy place,
and ate a bunch of fancy food.
what?
yeah.
it was fancy.
that's how baller-A* hippie pizza man splash for the night, son!
recognize.
best friends and beautiful ladies and
late night hang-out movietime nutrients?
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....