rapture rupture.

my homeboy mark at the old village bakery
must've been trying to score some last minute
buzzer-beater jesus points, y'all....
i don't think he usually gets down on that kind of thing,
but,
with tomorrow being the possible beginning of the end times,
i think every little bit helps, yeah?
yeah.
what i mean is-
my usual friday special bread treat went to eleven.
for serious.
ciabatta be kiddin' me, neighbors,
check the teleport:

a conjoined upgrade.
a wonder-twin activated expert #11 explosion.
my man took back the loaf on the counter,
and replaced it with that twin tower ton of treatsly yumness.
it's like belugas playing humpback.
it's like a double-wiener double barreled blaster.
just sayin',
that's a pretty good start to a last day.
*
what comes next?
some tatty-o blasting,
and then some homemade flattie-boombattie bread.

yuuuuup.
last meal-type jauns, duders.
when it could be the last night in town on earth,
i'm not gonna spend what's left typing.
it's ALL really happening,
for the last time?
not likely;
never quiet, never soft.....