palindrome numerical blog hottness is happening right now.
is that cool?
oh.
well i dunno either,
but i DO know that i had a fantastic dinner,
and a lovely evening,
and i can attest and avow that that's the truth.
check the teleport:
word!!!
tacos are dope.
with spicy fried tofu, and mixed greens, and fancy tomatoes,
all of which are individually also dope.
and guacamole is OBviously super dope.
but,
what about fancy beans and coconut lime rice?
yep.
you guessed it-
that's dope.
plus,
refried beans will always have a special place in the hearts and stomachs
of all those who dwell in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
so,
then how about that purple pile of new age red cabbage and cilantro slaw?
...with white vinegar, vegenaise, carrot, scallion, and spice???
c'mon.
that's the stuff!
and the stuff is DOPE.
neighbors,
ampy-d brought the sabado gigante fuego live and direct to my mouth,
and it was ready as soon as i walked in through the door!
for real,
that's the best way to have dinner.
hot, and ready, and waiting for my mouth to do some things to it.
mmmmmmmm.
mexican food is forever invited to my dinner table.
i mean,
we get frisky with those frijoles once a week at least,
i think i especially like tacos for the same reason i'm so in love with pizza:
no matter whatever you put in them, they're still tacos.
customization is a key element in my daily appreciation of all good things.
a little of this, a whole lot of that,
but still, it all gets folded in half, and stays totally expert.
again,
i can't hang out with crunchy tacos.
nope.
i don't like 'em.
if i want crispy corn tortilla in my face,
i'll have nachos.
a fistful of sharp shrapnel and wet blops isn't how i wanna get rad on my taco scene,
and after the first big burly barbarian bite,
that's what you get when what you're working with is fragile corn bullsh!t.
hahahaha.
soft and delicious, subtly stretchy, mildly malleable, molto delicioso.
that's what i want,
and as time has passed,
and our routines have become ingrained,
which in turn has made them no longer routines but traditions,
(which feel much more comfortable, and a bunch less boring)
we've found a rhythm that suits us at suppertime.
***********
tonight, we dine hard,
or maybe we don't at all.
i'm not sure what's on the agenda.
the thing of it is,
amber is super sick, which is super sh!tty,
and she kept us both up all night with some serious sickin' up,
and sickin' out,
and spouting some spewage that seriously sucked,
except that it more literally really kind of sprayed.
today is the day for starting some big tattoos,
and enduring some big action at the workplace,
so,
by the time i get back to my battlements this evening,
anything could happen,
but nothing might be the best we can muster.
i s'pose there's no way to know where we'll be by nightfall,
but i can accurately predict that i'm about to beat the pavement with my boots.
i'm not psychic, i'm a responsible adult pet owner,
and i've got an obligation to eff up the next hour and a half or so.
why?
because crabtree doesn't give a hot crap about human illness,
and he most certainly couldn't care any less about the tattoos i'll do later-
he does, however, want to roam the neighborhood and urinate on things,
and i do believe in that he and i are more alike than i am with most people.
we're headed uphill, and that's a struggle,
but we'll finish with a downhill fall that's sure to build momentum,
even as we land in a heap;
never quiet, never soft.....
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