tacoooooooooooooooooooos.

tacos.
tacos.
tacos.
tacos.
tacos.
yes, please, and thank you.
y'know, neighbors-
i sometimes wonder if i'm actually a total A*-hole.
now,
it's not for any particular reason that i muse and amuse myself with this question,
but just as a generalized question to the universe at large, i think about it now and then.
i don't want to be a complete and utter effing ayyy-hole,
yet i also feel compelled to allow my true self free reign
across the expressions of my words and deeds.
there's a lot to think on in that line of inquiry.
and thinking makes a worthy warrior poet work up a wild appetite for answers...
then again,
instead of waiting for a cogent response from the secret unseen blueprints
of the architecture of infinity,
i usually just make some sexy dinnertime magic activation,
and let my face get filled with flavors.
i'll tell you what, kids-
if that makes me an A*-hole,
wipe my face with toilet tissue, and call it a napkin,
because i've got mutha-'ucking TACOS to terrorize.
wu-TANG!!!
who knows?
maybe the answers i seek are folded in a flour tortilla.
check the taco-type teleport:

kaBOOOOOOOMfire!
five furious fuego-filled fancies in full effect.
they're so heavy.
like,
sopping, sloppy, laden luscious lumps and bloppity glops of big action,
ready to fill up the tanks and fuel a foray into the future.
i'm so ready for that.
what's in 'em?
being expert.
that's what's inside each one.
also,
homemade guacamole, in the style i've perfected,
with diced green bell, pblano, and jalapeno peppers;
cilantro and scallions;
crushed fresh raw garlic;
minced red onion;
lemon AND lime juice,
and a little special g.p.o.p. and black pepper spritz, too.
delicioso.
on the other side,
there is a healthy blarpity blahhhp of refried beans:

ewww.
why does that have to look so busted?
it tastes elite, but it looks like crap.
fully activated with spices, and ho' sauce,
and tri-colored peppers, and onions.
i mean,
guac and beans are essential to taco time.
there needs to be glue on both sides to hold it all together.
that's a thing.
then we got ourselves some pea tendrils,
cilantro,
scallions for garnish,
and a whole bunch of spicy homestyle secret-recipe seitan strips,
with peppers and onions and hot heat and smokiness an' that:

oh yeah!!!!
tacos, duders.
because other answers can wait while we stuff these folded flaps of destiny
directly into our munchie maws and jerky jaws.
i need this sort of clarity of purpose on my plate more often.
tacos know what the deal is-
just be dope, or F* right off.
nothing else will do.
*
five tacos.
one long loooong looooooooong night,
and a darned cold early morning.
there's not a whole heckuva lot else going on.
a little work,
less time,
and hard styles on either side.
it's all really happening,
and the rest of the questions are going to have to wait;
never quiet, never soft.....