the blarps.

duders,
i feel like i might be doing it so right,
its starting to go all wrong.
hey!
i'm serious.
i'm sayin'-
what happens when the deliciousness lures you in,
and you can't escape?
overdoing it.
that's what it is that happens.
and i mean waaaaaay overdoing it.
really.
mmmmmm.
it just feels so right, because it tastes so good...
and then- UGH-
all of a sudden, with one last big barbarian forkful,
and an invisible line is crossed,
and it all goes from gluttony to self-destruction!
yeah.
what can we do, neighbors?
have less?
that's not a thing.
so self-destructive activation it has to be.
i guess i accept the conseuences.
after all,
i made all the stuff that's stuffing me full of feeding-frenzy fatness.
check the gravy-training-day-type teleport:

ka-BOOM!
all the fixin's for an effed up evening of shark-gluttony.
yup.
savory semolina and herbed cornbread waffles!
vegan-roast-conversion bacon-leek-black-eyed peas!!
seitan-and-potato hash!!!
garlic-seared kale-type dark leafy greens!!!!
gravy forever and ever and ever over ev'rything!!!!!
if you can't hang out with that expert new hottness,
you should probably go eat cereal for dinner with the other lazy stoners.
hahahaha.
really,
i make an effort because i know what's up.
good food is only good in proper portions.
i'm only ever gonna eat a disproportionately plentiful plateful.
too much is the right amount.
you know it's true,
and you like it.
***********
july was a real b!tch of a month.
in fact,
what i even remember about it isn't actually all that much.
i mean,
i only had six days off to do what i had to do,
and i ignored four of them.
yeah.
the best parts are all in my belly, digesting.
that's a little bit of a bummer, no?
that means that everything turns to sh!t, even the highlights.
dang.
hard styles are everywhere,
and they don't even get any days off.
i s'pose that real life unfolds the way it has to,
even when the results make the efforts seem futile.
it all ends.
july is on it's way out.
too soon, and not soon enough-
all work and no play makes me hungry,
and all my hunger for life is used up on supper.
every day is the last day of something,
and every last day is the worst one;
today is the last day of july.
that makes it the worst one;
never quiet, never soft.....