Baked Buns

Once in a blue moon, every few year or so, a prophetic voice will reckonize that his generation is just cryin out O Lord for a new verbal expression to resonate with all heads, speak truth to all truth-heady heads, and generally do what needs to be do in the space of public discourse. somethin that'll rully encompass the zeitgeist of what's goin on around his headpiece. so i say a individual bro will heed this call, sense it in his soul, where he get hit the hardest by the shockwaves of bein true to many people who dont necessurily behold his honesty in the fullest way, but nonetheless answerin the call of, fuck, who knows, might be a demigod for all he can legitimate foreal. but the call is real, no doubt, and he need to do something about it. so he think to himself, what's goin on? or he with his girl, so he speak aloud, what's goin on baby? and she a real tight-minded honie, so she reply, the times are stuck, the air is stale in this epoch, lets throw up those windows and ventilate our historical contextuality. bro knows right of she got it straight, so he add, that's true baby, nobody speaks the same language anymore, it's like the twenty first century tower of babel, cept even Yahweh wont show us our wrong, we gotta devise new ways of communicatin with one another and just bein a collective entity that know how to play off one another's disposition to truth at any given moment. girl know that right too, but she gotta ask, baby what you goin to do about it?

and the bro's thinkin about it is like this. if there were one phrase, one boss expression to encompass everything that the generation was doin, feelin, tryin to say but couldn't say, in simple everything the generation was ABOUT, then maybe we could get somewhere. so he thinks, what's this generation about? it's all up in scorin badink, scorin deez, and gettin crunk blowfaced enough to be like dionysus with a boner that hurt.

so what's the expression that could speak to that? bro a real tight wordsmith, gettin real colloquial, and he pops it in a flash: BAKED BUNS. ya know, just check the definition. s'like, obvi baked because your faceslamming the bubbler all hours of God's brightnin sunshine. and def buns because your tailslapping your honie to unprecedented heights of bodily ramification and sensual splendor. and last there be a little pun in the association of the word bun, bein as it is a designation for a particular type of bread, which of course is made of yeast, BIG BAD YEASTY, gettin you your boys and your vagpiece real real wet. so it's like, bro-prophet knows where it at now, it's in the decadence of his everything-addled age, just groovin on the excesses of bein a starved crazy cat with nothin but perilous flora and fauna to recreate an atlantis of the g-nuts.