it is that time of year again.

neighbors,
if you aren't up in the woodsly goodness right now,
you are seriously F*ing up.
like, SO hard.
why?
because the very best time of the year is in full effect,
and it's positively affecting every last one of us.
that's real.
do you even understand what i'm saying to you?
no?
ok.
check it out.
right now, and for the next week,
the FRYEBURG FAIR is blowin' up the mountain vale with
expert next level Folk Life rural righteous really real hottness.
wordimus prime.
and the fair means a lot of things to a lot of people,
but for warrior poets of the truth and the consequences thereof?
it means just one thing.....
check the ultimate-activation-type-teleport:

FALAFEL.
yuuuuuuuuuup.
that's the whole point of the whole thing.
the best falafels for eight straight days, in a row, down the hatch, for your face.
longtime readers will know that this sh!t is no joke.
three of 'em, day one, right down the hatch.
because too much is the right amount, for sure.
fried up chick peas;
smashed and spread out hummus-y chick peas;
pickled stuff;
v.h.s. (very hot sauce from habanero peppers);
salsa, lettuce, tahini, and that bread, y'all.
this is all that matters to me for the whole week.
i hope you weren't hoping for any meaningful conversation,
because the only three syllables i wanna hear?
yeah-
fa.
la.
fel.
if that's not what you're sayin',
then i'm not listening.
this is it.
all the days.
today, especially.
big action, in my mouth,
big bellyhole stuffin' in my life.
i love this part;
never quiet, never soft.....