check the super-crusty-hippie,
super-crusty-bread-type teleport:
middlesex, vermont.
the red hen baking company.
cyrus pringle bread.
expert.
even when it's long dead botanists.
even when it's cost-ineffective local vermont-grown wheat.
even when it's negative forty degrees.
jeez.
that's some really-real all-abouterism right there.
but,
i guess all that feel-goodery is worth it,
because their tribute to our buddy cyrus is flippin' excellent.
yeah.
Tea'N'Toast is what i love the most,
so it was worth a roadtrip to the middle of nothingsville
to activate some of that loafy new hottness
from the olden days of yesteryear and all that.
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eating too much,
and spanning time so hard,
and eating a little bit more.
that's the gist of what i do when i travel.
no boku big drinkies,
unless it's coffee or club soda and cranberry juice,
no tapas at the bistro.
no nancy-pants playacting as a sophisticate, at all.
i keep it hungry,
and i stay low key.
food.
in my face, all over the place, the whole time.
that's what i want.
i can't say for certain i'm doing it right,
but my belly was full to bursting,
and my guts were hating me right back,
so i think i'm on the correct path to a shark-gluttonous
appreciative self-destructive warrior-spirited diet plan.
if it doesn't hurt,
it isn't working, kids.
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also,
i love car rides.
hard.
and i love having company in the passenger seat.
i guess i'm feeling kinda super-duper grateful right now.
we're creepin' up on the year of the horse,
and that's definitely dumb.
but it's also a doo-doo do-over for rabbit rabbit action,
and maybe a new perspective for good luck and great times
is just what i need?
we'll find out tomorrow.
january ends.
horseplay begins.
and all of it really happens
regardless of whether we're ready or not;
never quiet, never soft.....
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