yeah.
for serious, i didn't go.
no,
it wasn't due to a natural disaster,
or chronic illness,
or physical disability,
or catastrophic engine failure, either.
the fair wasn't closed,
those blue-ribbon classic's gates were wide open, i'm sure.
i skipped out on the big fun of the grand finale
on purpose, actually.
that's right, neighbors.
no falafels were consumed in the spanning
of yesterday's times and spaces.
honest.
but, that begs the question:
why would i miss out on the last night
of the bright bright brightest spot in recent memory?
because i just wasn't feeling it.
at all.
that's a true story, y'all.
epic de-vibulation deactivated, detoured,
derailed, dissembled, and disassembled all of those
activated autumnal participatory experiences right down
the doo-doo buttery sh!t-shootin' tubes.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
uh-huh.
then again,
why would the fair be any different from every other thing
that's happened this year?
it ended on a low note,
without ceremony or celebration,
passing into oblivion with a whimper,
and not a big ol' bang,
under the premise that the second-to-last second isn't worth
savoring because there's probably going to be
just a little bit more later on,
and that there's hope that it's not actually all all-the-way
over and done with yet.
holy sh!t, son,
that's a molto hard style, ain't it?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's that disillusioned disappointment, my ninjas.
that's what's poppin' off.
it's all over,
and i missed it.
that's what's up.
it's all really happening,
or has already happened,
and by choice, even.
the wrench sometimes chooses you, i guess.
weird;
never quiet, never soft.....
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