blocks.

Folk Life & Liberty.
get a little bit of this kraft-paper printed block of hottness:

...and to think i did it all backwards, on purpose.
that's what's up.
this jammie-jam looks like some bavarian-type
turn-of-last century pretzel-munching village action.
which could just be because of the macaroni in his hat, maybe.
i'm tellin' y'all-
trying to make art look coarse is my sh!t.
on the ones,
F* fine art and all it entails,
i like my jauns coarse.
really real, in real life, for real mutha-uckas.
i have got no time for finessed fancyboy waterbaby nuances.
i want feelings and flavors and homemade dings and dents.
coarse, of course.
all i know for sure is:
cork blocks trump linoleum blocks every time.
yeah.
cork blocks.
softer, and browner,
and easier,
and really,
that's all i ever want, neighbors.
going softly to stay loud and hard.
contradictions?
or warrior poetry at it's most explicit?
i make it smooth,
i stay rough.
and vice-versa.
you know what ELSE does that?
teleport:

rock blocks, duders.
almond coconut chocolate chip oatmeal.
with extra almonds and twice the coconut.
i've got a coffee/spice grinder that is SO my homeboy, kids.
you already know i don't use that white easter grass coconut.
the wet and stringy cat-butt-tinsel-turd-type stuff.
but the medium flake, unsweetened,
takes on a whole new depth and breadth of deliciousness
under my direct supervision and intervention-
floury consistency, coconut flavor!
no cookie-cutter shapes,
no doo-doo buttery butter-rolls,
no flippin' sprinkles.
just blocks of rock.
even when i grind 'em down,
the homemade blops of burly goodness stay coarse.
nooks and crannies an' that.
plus,
when the oats get got by my grinder,
and are grated until they're all smooth,
instead of knobbly,
the sparkle magic of a block of albie rock's
famous recipe ultimate dessert genius is felt
on each and every mutha-b!tching papillae.
those are taste buds, ninjas.
recognize.
i'm just sayin',
coarse ground almonds,
in nearly-butter format,
AND the pure extract,
AND whole home-toasted jauns, too?
c'mon.
over-the-top dopeness.
for your face.
dozens and dozens and dozens.
too many cookies,
not enough friends.
looks like it's time to start munchin' up all by my lonesome.
until i get fat enough to be divided by two.
i'll keep my own company,
and keep eating my own cookies.
sharking my treats, folks;
never quiet, never soft.....