Saturday, December 7

assorted odds and ends.

so,
it's pearl harbor day.
that's real.
sneaky attacks and undeclared majors, so to speak-
it's also a whole other other kind of pearly day, too, duders.
uh-huh.
today is the guru of supreme intelligence's berfday.
hmmmm?
the guru, y'know?
my dad?
yeah.
his three-hundred and eighty first tour around the sun.
today.
happy berfday, old man!
seriously,
this guy bridges the missing link between cuban and chain.
(that's a Wu-TANG reference, ma)
so he's a missing link mutha F*er?
oh, yes.
he doo-doo's that freaky sh!t.
he was part of the late hellacious period of evolution;
the middle polystyrene epoch;
the pre-curmudgeon/cambrian jauns.
what i mean is-
that dude is ancient wisdom personified.
that's no joke.
happy happy day-
without him,
there'd be no me,
so now you know who to direct your complaints towards.
word.
if you knew him,
you'd know we all need him-
and if you need him,
you know you're definitely afflicted with the bloodcurse
of worthy warrior werewolfen battle-beastly berserker fury.
that's a real thing.
it travels on DNA, neighbors
i mean, like,
my pops like to get F*ed up the same way.
infinite nature echoes outward in all of us.
happy berfday, mango. 
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c is for cookie, stoopid.
c'mon.
i make 'em,
because i'm all about that sh!t.
check the coconut-times-three-type teleport:

snowball circles?
yuuuuuup!
butter cookies with all the coconut for us to appreciate.
coconut flour, coconut oil, and rolled-on coconut magic.
putting the coconut to it is how i do it, kids.
snowy weather calls for snowy treats, right?
that's what we're all all about after all.
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what about sandwich week?
is that still happening?
yeah.
it continues apace.
you should check the teleport:
nootch-and cashew-and g.p.o.p. crusted tofu,
a smear of vegenaise,
some peppers,
and soy-sauce sauteed arugala on that flatness?
expert.
crushed red spicy peps and black-style peps were also making
cameos to activate the hot hottness that heated up my mouthpiece.
there is always more of all of that business.
*
and that's what's new.
another year older,
another sandwich fuller,
a plate of cookies fatter.
it's all really happening-
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....

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