fast and hot.

duders,
yesterday was a blur-
tattoos in every direction,
defections,
insurrections,
and conjectures and corrections-
all at the tattoo studio, all day long.
i'd love to tell you it was such big fun,
but,
i only tell true stories,
and this one was a bummer.
yeah.
one of our own ducked out under cover of darkness,
never to return,
right as the real action officially jumps off.
...i do believe that's called 'leaving us in the lurch'.
and hey,
i'm sure there are plenty of legitimate and inarguably good reasons
NOT to stand still in a place where progress seems impossible.
heck,
i'll bet i have a whole lot of them right here in my own head-
however,
the studio will not function as effectively,
at a time when the kind of multitasking we need has just left the building,
and that negatively affects all the rest of us who're still stuck here;
sour grapes make the bitterest bites,
which is just another way of saying i'm jealous and angry at the same time.
so,
while i think it's probably best for our asylum-seeking fleet-footed fleeing figbat,
the rest of us had a pretty sh!t day-
which is exactly why i HAD to drop the hammer
on a quick, but heavyweight, superduty drumbeat of bass-boosted
supersubsonic succulence and stuff my face with feelings-numbing new hottness.
hahahahha.
bad days and mixed emotions?
fill in the blanks with food.
the solution to everything is MORE FOOD.
oh, c'mon.
it's all vegan, it's mostly sorcerous, it's very woodsly goodsly,
and it's endorsed by druids, probably.
besides, if it's good for you,
and too much is the right amount,
then i'm basically just improving the myriad aspects
of my weird Folk Life with these nutrients...
bad day?
munch up some treats.
great day?
celebrate with some treats.
day off?
no such thing, but power up with treats.
early day?
more time for more treats.
late nights?
easier to fit in one more treat.
guys,
i think i might have a problem.....
i can't stop blarping out,
because i won't stop gluttoning up!!!!
check last night's i-hate-goodbyes-especially-when-there-isn't-one-type teleport:

HOLY CREPES!
neighbors,
i whipped up a thin and lovely half-and-half blend of buckwheat and all-purpz,
with salt, and soymilk, and a milled flax/chia mix-up of binding bits...
and i got those crepes poppin' like i was in a championship deathmatch with taste,
and like eddie vedder, i'm still alive!
word.
the crepe game was tight.
i just needed the noise for the insides.
i mean,
what good is a nice venue with sh!tty bands playing?
right?
savory-seasoned poultry-style tofu cubes had all the moves i needed to make-
parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, ground mustard, smoked paprika, black pepper,
nootch, GPOP, and shallots, cooked up slow and low in a splash of five of olive oil,
until the barbecue-potato-chipesque flavor really set up, and seeped in,
and the herb-crusts were crisp.
mmmmmmmmm.
delicioso.
those fit snugly in amongst the radicchio and baby kale slaw, with a hint of salt,
and stirred up with a blop of vegenaise.
caramelized onions,
and sweet tomato sprankles finished each one.
except, they weren't finished, per se-
uh-uh.
i kept some cukes on the side to crawnch 'em up and maybe cool 'em off,
and added a little puddle of that texas ho' sauce to heat it all back up again.
that's how you do it.
i ran up into the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
mixed up some batter, squared up some 'fu,
and put those onions on high heat.
boom.
despite long, hard, underwhelming, marginally fulfilling hours preceeding
reentry into the manual override control room navigating of my time,
if there's still work to be done, and done well, exclusively for me to enjoy?
i doo-doo that secret-universal course-plotting sh!t,
even if i know i'm already running on empty.....
that's the secret to taking it to eleven-
you get in, you hit hard, and you don't hold anything back for later-
treat everything as a one way ticket, and save nothing for the return trip,
whatever it is, wherever you are, however you feel-
worthy warrior poetry means going full-force at all the ins and outs of all of it,
as it unfolds and reveals itself in full real-time 360 surround sound fresh-to-hi-def
hard-style happening.
it's never just making supper.
it's creating the mindset that overarcs every aspect of a valuable life.
and that, kids,
is the most correct answer;
never quiet, never soft.....