thirteen unlucky numbers.

bread & puppet theater
again?
yuuuup.
again.
sunday, all day,
on the other other side of the mountains.
back here in the woodsly goodness,
to the east of the heart of the beast's big baby daddy,
it was old and busted, rainy, muggy, and beat-
but over in that secret cellular-dead-zone's
natural amphitheater of excellent activities,
clay-tubs, ducks, and epic leftie weirdness?
you'd better believe it was one hundred percent EXPERT.
the Folk Life & Liberty contingent
was bringing that family togetherness jauns
in mutha-flippin' full effect, too, my ninjas.
check, please:

teleport!
perfect weather,
crusty stinkbomb creatures,
puppets, pageants,
and whole lot of interactive audience appreciation.
hell yes, y'all.
it was a perfect extra day-off of elite action.
sunday in the park, b!tches.
way better than bombing those tatzaps like a nerd,
we got sunburnt and vitamin D nutrient activated!!
and,
i'm pretty much positive we brought along the
only young republican in attendance there.
haha.
i don't know if he was all-the-way ready for how much
of all of it there was gonna be,
but from the jump-off he was neck-deep in super-strange
car-dwellers, face-tattooed rug-wearing filthy freaks,
and bus-house berserkers of sloppy physical hygiene.
no jokes, though.
check the teleport:

teddy!
poooooooping in a dirty sh!thole under a shed?
i hope not.
it sure wasn't the mount washington valley, however,
and that great big world of wide-eyed strangeness
exposed us all to some really real duders doing
really real things...
like these:

c'mon.

dope.
'if' love and a waving white flag?
true stories told truly about real sh!t, son.
i hear it,
i feel it.
i am still thirsty:

even doper.
get a sip of that powerful sauce, suckas!

dopest.
dead guys!
so rad.

and then even more dopeness!
stand up comedian?
everything is the blanket, y'all.
you should've been there.
the origin of all mass happened like a large hadron particle collision!
and some mexican lady puppets got
disappeared by nafta monsters or somethin', too-

represent!

so fresh.
zebra stripes and battle-beast brutality,
coupled with hundred degree temperatures,
and so many old lady hats in our way, everywhere.
what could possibly save the day for us?
how about uncle sam on stilts?
we'll give it a shot-

tall as F*,
older than F*!!
neighbors,
there's so MUCH hottness on that farm!
so many beards,
some inside of women's armpits.
i shudder to even imagine the downstairs shrubbery.
welcome to the jungle, an' that.
speaking of:

no lyin', just lions?
oh, stop it.
*
we had a great day.
hell,
mother earth embraced us all, y'all.
that really happened:

seriously,
i am grateful for the time,
and i am overjoyed to span it,
hand in hand,
right alongside those gleeful girls i helped make,
shape,
and steer into the beautiful young ladies
i activated the whole day with.
just be dope?
we doo-doo that;
never quiet, never soft.....