eat your cake and have it, too.

pink cake!
pink frosting!
red candies!
color coordinated holiday appropriate baked goods.
if, however improbably, you hate cake,
then f*** you.
this cake is delicious.
really delicious.
it's like this morning's panniecakes,
turned up to eleven.

a sweet and soothing slice of sugary assuagement.
just what the ol' bellyhole was hopin' for,
what with the near-lethal dose of daily soul deflating hard timey wrenched-up life;
moving. car trouble. workplace doo-doo butter...
it isn't easy taking it easy,
but cake and ma nature's dopeness really help.
i'm just sayin':
thank heavens for the woodsly goodness.
from the snowbanks to the riverbanks,
i'm sure going to miss the holy livin' sh!t out of this place.
and,
if these howlin' wolf winds ever take it down a peg or two,
we'll be able to have a party in the snowtunnel fortress we started today.
that's what's poppin', ya'll.
it seems the winds of change and war are both bustin' a gust,
just to f* with my whole business.
blowin' out the bright spots,
chillin' down the warm hearth,
snappin' branches and whispering doubts.
i guess the blistery bluster must not have heard the good news:
berserker barbarian battle-beasts don't bend over or blow away.
my ninjas,
i'm tellin' you,
they huff,
they puff,
and they sure as sh!t counterattack with a blowback bellow of hard-hearted hottness.
forune favors the bold.
and i'm already fortunate as all flippin' f* to have the life i've led up until now.
and to have the people i've spent that life with....
that's tellin' me somethin', for sure.
too much is the right amount, kids.
as loud and hard as ever;
never quiet, never soft...