life can be amazing and ugly at the same time.
i took monday night to activate the good time manly hang outs
that i perpetually enjoy with my main man todd.
that means dinner out on the town, teating ourselves to the best
that a tourist-trappin' downtown area in the mountains has to offer,
and then smoking stumps and eatin' treats with copious conversational
connoisseurship at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's good times with good people,
and that's what's up.
what about on a day off all alone,
with no plan of attack for interactive participation?
that's a whole different situation, for sure.
on the one hand, i could just waste the whole damn day,
and nobody would ever know.
except i would know,
and that's weak sauce waterbabyism.
i do not doo-doo that diapery lameness.
so instead i made myself another 'nother lonely sunovab!tchin' supper.
i've got more stuff filling my fridge than i can feasibly feel good about
allowing to rot itself all away to waste,
and a big mouth that wants to be filled at all times-
preferably with kisses, or words, or hot fire, in that order of nutrient-rich
and failing to acquire those top three choices, i'll shovel in food instead.
it seems as though the most likely candidate for my face-stuffing interface
these days is biting and chewing and swallowing...and wallowing.
surely, you see the way it's all really happening?
at least i chose the wrench about it:
this is what it's like when you have no reason to be impressively fancy.
you go the opposite direction,
and be impressively gross.
that's is also a thing.
a greasy bowl of dumps.
how F*ing nasty does that sound.
and a couple of plastic vats of sauce,
and a healthy dose of resigned self-loathing.
a filthy twenty one dump salute, straight down the tubes.
and when i say tubes, i mean, esophagus, obviously.
they were so sesame oily they just slid their way into my guts.
where they sat through 'the conjuring' with me last night.
my good buddy amber and i both hate scary movies.
the obvious wrench choosing solution?
because when you've already got a haunted house,
why not take your supernatural anxiety to eleven?
providing all sorts of scenes to fill my brains with probable and/or
eventual outcomes that my own edifice will attempt to oust me with!
because what's the best thing to see before going back to your empty,
poorly lit, creaky, old, already-unsettlingly spooky house?
is it a demon PUKING BLOOD INTO YOUR MOUTH?
i hope that's the right answer, because that's what i saw.
cigars, cars, dumps, demons.....
it isn't all always the most beautiful,
but it is always the most;
never quiet, never soft.....