shed.

every day i'm making moves.
sometimes they're major,
other times miniscule,
but i'm making 'em no matter what.

today's big dilemma?
am i baking some good or not?
and if i AM gettin' busy behind an apron,
and preheatin' my oven to a convectionary 375 degrees,
then what exactly am i making:
oatmeal chocolate chip rock blocks?
peanut butter oatmeal chocolate chip rock blocks?
real life just isn't easy, son.
it's the critical decisions that make or break a day.
is peanut butter necessary?
in everyday application? yes.
in crucially delicious cookies? i don't know.
the wrong call,
and i'm four dozen doses of dopeness
that my temeritous tastebuds just don't want to experience.
i'm on the fence.
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wood gets shed,
but not like dead branches.
more like caveman talk.
wood gets shed.
as in, the building.
no sloughing or exfoliating at all.
just the big, burly business of lag bolts
and joists and sh!t like that...
except,
the lumber isn't getting delivered until thursday.
the very day i get back to the grind at the tatzap studio.
awwwww, man.
so much for building some herculean manliness
during my days off.
i haven't seen the sun in forever, it seems,
and even when it isn't raining,
the clouds are hanging out in my front yard,
right before my face, ninjas.
gorilla-like, in the mist, in amidst my asters.
long arms, long days, pronounced canines on a vegetarian,
gorilla-like.
silver is back, and everywhere at once.
you like it.
king, donkey, or dog toys,
it's magilla like a grape ape over here;
never quiet, never soft.....