alright, get off the bus.

BREAD & PUPPET THEATER.
it gets expert,
it actively participates,
it just be's dope.
neighbors,
i met shawn hebrank in glover, vermont,
and we got rad with the hairiest armpits
and sweatiest dirty ones.
yuuuuuuuup.
watching hard-style hippies take it to eleven
in productivity, politics, performance, protestation,
and stilts, y'all.
don't hate on the stilts.
teleport to the sixties via the future:

you wish you were this dope when you're a million years old.
if you don't like sh!t that's awesome,
you'd hate it in the puppet museum, ninjas.

it's got more stuff in it than a whole day could reveal.
fact.

skeletons in every closet,

skulls on every post and beam.
and that's not even kinda all there is to see, friends.
the possibilitarian circus was off the hinges!

those freebooting free-love duders haaaaaate modern windmills.
that's real.

heads will roll, son!
individual worlds of infinite possibility.
they get it going like that up in the farmy freshness
of the pageant fields.
check out that sky!!!
everything converged at the epicenter of excellence
and we were fortunate enough to enjoy a perfect summer day.
yeah.
it's so good.
...and then,
when it's all been said,
and the last puppets roll off stage right?
there's more, right?
you bet!
you get dragon's-breath nutrient activation
in the form of crusty sourdough rye bread
and garlic aioli with the hottest fire and rawest cloves.

you'd better believe noses aren't helpful in this place.

(sniff-sniff)
kids,
they don't play when it comes to brutality of aroma.
stinky hippies,
garlic bombs,
outhouses,
animal turds,
dirty flippin' diapers,
pits of various arms and legs and torsos.
it's a cacophony of aromas, for sure.
it stinks,
but it sure doesn't suck.
get it?
c'mon.
*
sloppy bottoms?
yuuuuuuuuuup.
hippies hate exercise almost as much as showers and bras.
uh-oh.
that's a surefire sloppy flopper situation.
ah well.
it's all part of the experience.
so inspiring,
so motivating,
so invigorating.
direction y'all.
they've got it, on every level.
and they're headed towards tomorrow
dragging yesterday along for the ride;
never quiet, never soft.....