whose lime is it anyway?

friends,
after too many days of tattooing genitalia,
and longer hours languishing through sentimental tattoo stories,
and entertaining awkward teens and generic mom-type ladies,
i have to tell you the truth-
it felt good to come home to a meal on the table,
totally expert in intention, and doubly so in taste.
check the teleport:

uh-huh.
amber used ALL the limes, neighbors.
that's no joke.
plus,
she enslaved herself for hours to the suppertime spirits,
and lavished her attentions on the stovetop,
just so we could share a date-night after-work nighttime catch-up meal.
that's awfully sweet, kids.
i mean,
i got to eat citrus-slathered chick pea salad, with extra greenery;
and i tuned-up some radish-cucumber-baby greens salad,
and i terrorized so many forkfuls of brown rice and pink beans,
and i even had three of those avocado-lime-agave-sauce-topped
marinated tofu, tomato, red onion, and lettuce tacos, too.
if you hate food,
you are definitely an A*-hole.
that's a fact.
personally,
i love food,
and i love to eat too much of it.
i especially love breaking bread with such a lovable lady, too.
generous amounts of affection and appreciation are bestowed in both directions,
which,
i think,
means that maybe there's at least one good thing going on
before and after work in the woodsly goodness' tourist trappings.
i beez in the trap, y'heard?
yeah.
there's postcards and tax-free outlets and everything.
ugh.
*
i guess the thunder and the lightning that ma nature brought with her last night
were all kinds of disastrous to all the waterways and landfalls of the forest an' that.
floods,
and power outages,
and hail,
and property damage,
and real genuine weather-based mayhem, essentially...
i love when the savage stormswept berserker fury beats up the world.
nature wins,
and sometimes it wins by an actual landslide.
yeah!
there's still plenty of answers a'changin' and blowin' in on the wind, too.
my least favorite weather time is here,
and it is bringing new patterns along with it.
i'm ready for whatever,
but my fingers are crossed for more storms.
destruction is the fastest path to creation,
since nature abhors a vacuum.
right?
uh-huh.
see a need, fill a need;
see a void, fill a void;
see a hole, fill a hole;
find out what's missing,
and overload the whole flippin' area with too damned much of it.
there's a system in place,
not so much balanced ecosystem as mad scientist's lab.
overdoing it is what we want,
and now is when we want it;
never quiet, never soft.....