fray.

my griddle sizzles, kids.
what happens when you forget to get bread
for the tea and toast traditions of mornin' time?
pannie cakes!
so, there's a happy ending anyway-
what better way to start a rainy day?
a hearty lumberman stack of flapper jackers.
breaking my fast on some burly man food,
with real-deal maple syrup.
'tis the season, sap-suckers.
recognize it.
the tubular technology involved in
modern maple harvesting is pretty rad.
all those hoses, looped together,
feeding the juicy juice to big ol' barrels.
..to get boiled down to one fortieth of it's former fluidity.
just so i can slather it's saucy syrup on my pannies.
that's not b!tch-sap oozin' out, sucka.
it's essential nature nectar.
that's what's up.
new england makes me happy during the sweetening times.
local maples.
local sugar houses.
pure distilled woodsly goodness.
right in my bellyhole.
digesting the dopeness.
right this very second.
nice
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i just finished another 'nother novel.
a trilogy actually,
in one collected volume,
in rapid succession, and in short order.
....yeah,
you caught me again:
there totally were dragons in it.
now, i read a lot.
seriously.
in the absence of television,
and my ambivalence about arthur-making,
it's book after book after book.
(with dragons and sh!t all up in 'em, too)
i can't tell if i'm actually getting any smarter
from these compendiums of non-factual
information i munch up,
or if my penultimate nerdiness just makes it seem like it.
now, just for the record,
i don't read those young adult ones;
-i'm old, after all-
so it's strictly the lame full-grown adult ones.
i won't stop, ninjas.
they keep writing 'em,
and i'll keep reading 'em.
it's what i do.
whew...
good thing about all those pancakes.
y'know,
to offset the fantasy dork explosion
with all that stout manly nutrition.
these days, y'all.
chock full of dungeons and dragons an' that.
the lightning-striking viking storms
have given over to the drizzling middling
mediocre moistness of dreary drippiness.
the sky is silver,
but the lining is hiding,
and it's pancakes and mandrakes as far as i can see;
never quiet, never soft.....