record-timing.

in, and out.
like,
get in the gates,
get to the sarsaparilla stand,
scoot over and through the crafts center,
head right, and make haste to the falafel stand,
terrorize three delicious lavash pita-fulls,
add a diagonal foray into the maple sugar cotton candy sugar shack,
and then break free from the fair.
kaboom.
none of this socializing,
no lollygagging,
no drag-A* shuffle-footin'.....
no.
just a direct and dedicated dinnertime blitzkrieg,
and then a cathartic exeunt.
wordimus prime.
that's how i'm livin', neighbors.
hard, and fast, and furious (sorta),
and fueled to the furthest far-flung fairground fields,
by falafel.
they're too delicious NOT to eat.
so,
even when i only go to the two stands,
and the leave,
without pretending to want to walk around,
it's still in complete accordance with what i'm all about.
only a true baller-A* doodietwinkler pays for parking,
AND a cover charge,
just to eat a couple sandwiches, kids.
that's real talk.
but, i mean, c'mon-
just look at 'em, though........
teleport:

duders,
they re-activated a new new blend of v.h.s.
mmhmmm.
very hot sauce has returned-
in tasty, pasty, habanero and cilantro sexxxiness, it's smeared on,
and pretty flippin' hot.
don't worry,
i made sure to munch the magic number's worth.
teleport:

uh-huh.
anything less is pretty mutha-b!tchin' diaperish, don't you agree?
for serious, friends, it's molto nancypantsed to miss out on the upgrade jauns,
and that's not me.
i'm all about the superfancy and disruptive boomfire hottness.
too much is the right amount,
and if there's MORE,
well,
then i probably need it.
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hey.
it feels like the days are getting longer.
or, at least,
it sure seems like there are longer and longer hours before it becomes fair time.
and then,
when there's falafel deep inside the foodbox,
it's nothing but long nights of dubious digestion afterwards.
yeah.
that's what's up.
the workweek is finally starting to match the season, too-
it's dying down, and tapering off, and slowing up a whole bunch.
as uncool, and unwelcome as that is, it's still a thing.
a couple zips, a few zaps, and that's it, every day.
the only problem is,
i can't stop thinking about falafel.
i've garbanzos on the brain,
and the whole day is a foggy fugue of NOT eating them.
awwwwwwwwww.
i won't care about much until the distraction of delicious deep-fried dopeness
has run it's course, and completed it's eight-day cycle of sustenance and nourishment.
seriously.
falafel is what's up.
and not much else can compare;
never quiet, never soft.....