feel awful?

i did it.
yes.
i did.
what did i do?
i did what i set out to do.
what?
oh, well, for starters,
i activated another 'nother feel awful falafel friday.
yeah.
that's a thing.
check the fee-awesome-then-feel-full-type teleport:

yeah.
a couple more of those.
that left side one has a whole mess of kalamata olive meats,
with their tinny salty wet selves.
pretty much an elite addition to eating the same thing every day for a week.
and that other one?
with those kernels of sweet corn?
c'mon.
if there's secret extra add-ons available,
i've gotta get 'em in me.
*
and just to take night in a direction we might not have expected,
i repped a little flashback to yesteryear with my dudes.
for real.
remember the activation society?
well,
it's still around, it seems.
carlos and austin and ted and i got expert
on some fairtime foods, and fairtime fun, and fire-style works.
word up, neighbors.
twenty minutes of nonstop redneck flashlight-and-torch style
low lying explosions in the sky directly over our heads
and right before our shrapnel-dodging faces?
the fair is a strange place at night.
just sayin',
creatures who'd otherwise evaporate in daylight
come oozing out of their warrens and burrows to stare at the lights
and sniff the smells, and be a large part of the cause of the smells.
jeez.
it's gross, but i guess it's necessary.
without them, we'd just be us, y'know?
*
and i had one more falafel,
because feeling awful is measured in all forms of pain,
from stomach-aches to damaged self-esteem.
teleport to full-fledged functional awfulness:

real talk,
i probably should've eaten even more.
because too much, taken too far, is the only way it has to go...
lucky for my butt and guts,
i was already having a sh!t-salad sandwich of a time
before i ever entered the gates.
how expert is that?
hmmm.
feeling awful was the goal, after all,
and i totally did that.
hard.
yeah.
i follow the rules i've enacted,
and i obey the decrees that worthy warrior poetry dictates.
it happens,
with or without us;
never quiet, never soft.....