DAY ONE!

friends,
i have to tell you something important.
i don't know if you're even ready for it.
but, it needs to be told, so, here goes:
sandwich week is THE TRUTH!!!
yuuuuuuup.
day one, and out of the gates, we started things off with a F*ing BANGER.
mmmmmmm.
check the teleport:

kaBOOM!!!
don't even act like that butcher-style paper presentation isn't fire af, either.
i mean, c'mon, dudes-
that's that deep delicatessen delicioso jauns set up for your enjoyment.
i'm on some new-new, and i doo-doo sandwiches like i'm not joking around.
i take my eight days between bread very seriously,
and i couldn't start off with some weak baby-sh!t when there's turbo hottness at my fingertips
it's an elite lineup for a fast and ferocious
one homemade fluffed-up bunzo!
buttered, toasted, and slathered with vegenaise.
you didn't think i'd suddenly start buying bread, did you?
good bread makes better people,
and better people make better bread. it's a chain of strength chain reaction,
and it's really happening here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress in the a.m. hours,
so that my p.m. dawning realizations can be actualized!
believe it.
two slabs of thinly-sliced seitan steak,
crushed-cornflake-crusted,
with organic non-GMO cornstarch-crisping adhesion in effect,
plus GPOP, nootch, and smoked paprika,
fried in oil and with a perfect layer of crackle on the outside,
still kickin out the jams with all that wheaten-meaty flavor locked in the juicy interior!!
expert!
purple carrot shavin's, paper-thin hothouse tomato, crawnchy green leaf lettuce,
see-through ribbons of red onion,
and sprouts to alleviate any doubts about the shoutout-worthy wu-TANGiness
of the overall assembly.
how do you take something that dope to eleven?
with nate's total-package habanero-green apple semi-fermented ho'sauce, OBVI.
damn.
when you factor in those salt-and-vinegar potato crisps,
and those grillos italian dill pickle spears, too???
y'all ain't ready for that kind much flavor.
i'm serious.
it seems like simple plan,
but it hit alllllll the right spots, and that's for realsies.
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i love sandwich week.
there, i said it.
i might've even done myself a disservice by being so about that sandwich life, too.
uh-huh.
after a block-rocking 'guini like that,
the fair seemed sort of muted by comparison.
hmm?
well, yes, of course i still went to the fair, too.
jeez, what do you think i am?
some kind of an A*-hole?
you should know better than that by now.
i do what i do because rules is rules, neighbors.
shark-gluttony is to be the standard order execution,
especially when it come to special events.
to that end,
you can't honestly expect me not to overindulge again,
just because i already did afew moments earlier.
bros, on the ones-
too much is the right amount.
that's not just a clever catchphrase,
it's also how i'm living my actual human life.
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is there going to be time to draw and sh!t?
that's what i ask myself every day.
and then, we catch a vibe,
and the day gets weird.
like,
we're on some high-performance performance-artist interactive participation.
and yesterday,
i got caught by a non-decaf coffee.
ugh.
you may not believe me when i say i could feel it almost instantly,
but,
i could feel it almost instantly,
and the rest of the day was sped up, and turned up, and TILTY af,
because y'boi gets turbo-tuned-the-eff-up from uncut caffeine.
so,
some stormswept savage loud fresh hardness was in effect,
and it was all i could do to not jump up and run laps on laps around the building.
that's no joke.
we'll be double-checking the labels in the future.
we should've known better than to trust in the competency of others, honestly-
i mean, it's sort of a thing, isn't it?
y'know?
they ALWAYS  F* you in the drive-thru.
they got me this time,
but from here on out,
we're all going to be hypervigilant about the effects of stimulants
on berserker battle-beastsly mr. hyde-type shapeshifters and sh!t..
yikes!
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there's a confluence of coincidence crashing around me.
that's a raging white-mountainous whitewater maelstrom of nightmarish time-mismanagement,
but,
it's all really happening.
MORE than one man cold be asked to handle,
but only half as much as i plan on undertaking.
you think you have time for leisure?
you should barely even have time for living,
if you're taking it seriously;
never quiet, never soft.....