ruidoso y fresca y duro para la cara

duders,
it's saturday,
my first appointment cancelled,
and i'm tattooing old boobs later.
y'know what that calls for?
ultimate warrior poetry in the form of food.
nutrients that simulate eagles' eggs,
and spicy hot flavors that will kick my motormouth
into turbo-charged tongue twisting.
is that alright with y'all?
it doesn't matter, really, if it is or isn't.
what's happening is happening,
and all of it is unfolding fast in the woodsly goodness.
things escalate apace in these mountains.
anyway,
there is sure to be some blunt-force orating;
irate rating of the merits of each individual in each instance,
which amounts to massive mass-force character assassination;
and hot jalapeno-powered chips and dips.
neighbors,
i recognize that it isn't easy to tolerate the trials and triumphs
inherent in being expert.
for realsies.
i'm talking about rallying for another 'nother supercharged charge
headlong berserker barbarian brawler style right into the fray.
it feels good to overreact and emote and chew the scenery,
but,
it's exhausting, as well as typecasting, to always do so in every instance.
yeah.
the default operating system for many is middling mass-populace mediocrity,
but lightning-striking vikings and savage stormswept gypsies
and all the various incarnations of active participants
and worthy word-eating hot-hearted heavy-handed hard-headed firespitters
all expect to be much more, even at rest,
even in the shower,
even when nobody is looking and no one would ever know about any of it.
do you undertand?
too much, all the time- taking it too far, and going to eleven-
is the only right answer...
it's blowing in on the wind, wearing antlers, and waging war-
mmhmm.
it's like a green knight glistening and glowering and glowing and going all out.
that's the embodiment of what's poppin'.
the more visceral, tangible, physical manifestation,
today,
is slightly more finely-chopped and seasoned.
hahahaha.
all those words,
and actually,
all we had to do was check the teleport:

salsa fresca.
jeeeeez.
so much tomato, tomatillo, green pepper, jalapeno,
vidalia onion, cilantro, garlic, and lime.
i mean, SO much.
and it's spicy.
not burning-your-tongue-painful,
but the peppers and the raw garlic combined bring the lingering heat
to those chilled chunks of vegetables.
and that is what is gonna activate the new hottness today,
scoops and scoops and scoops of that loud, fresh, hardness,
for my face.
oh.
and also,
i didn't stop there, either.
i mean,
c'mon...
what am i?
an A*-hole?
no.
check the green-monstrous-type teleport:

holy mutha-flippin' guacamole!
i've never made it before,
and i guess it has tomatoes in it normally?
well,
not this one, friends.
but i did freak it off with three kinds of garlic.
there are chunks and chunks and chunks,
and then there are chunky chunks, too.
i've got 'em all,
and i'm reppin' that tortilla-style dippin' dopeness
all damned day long.
hard styles and hot spices and crisp chips
and smooth green things.
the volume is getting turned up,
and staying that way.
the snow is seriously melting away,
and it can't happen fast enough.
i caught two mincey little looters in my pantry,
with those head-nod ninja-fast necksnappin' traps.
the sunroom plants are bloomin' weeks before the woods
really awaken in the great mountainous northern forests.
yeah.
this is it.
today is the day.
it always is;
never quiet, never soft.....