rhythm & chips

Je suis trop fatigue, from last night, to post anything substantial at this present moment in time -- tired from Bibliomanica's party, where I got my body jacked (my mind thowed?) by catchdubs and c. ryan-billups and Crunktruculent's big beeyootiful jawns. But today Ezra, smart Ezra, sent me an email of such nice cadence, I wanted to share:

"Big ass snack bags of Rap Snacks. Shockingly, none of them are vegan. I'm holding out for Dead Prez Rap Snacks. Falafel BBQ flavor."