cake.

i love birthday parties.
i love hot fire.
i love cake.
neighbors,
let me tell y'all a little something-
i had a love-filled night with my duders.
all the things i love, in one place,
with a bunch of folks i love,
doo-dooing that dopeness,
in full fall flavorful effervescence.
wu-TANG!!
sometimes, it's all good things.

caaaaaaaaaaaake, my ninjas.
plain-ish, pudding-in-the-mix, yellow, homemade,
vegan dense bomber stacks!

blowin' out some candles?
uh-huh.
berfday partying isn't much without that.
hot fire isn't just for baked treat illumination,
nor is it solely the province of milemarking the
elapsing years with diminishing lengths of waning wax.
huh?
yeah.
we spat some hot fire, as well.
teleport? check:

wooooooooord up.
the woodsly goodness got heated with warm bodies,
wet logs,
and good peoples.

and it wasn't just us, folks.
cyle and casey came by to celebrate in style.
...and have cake.
.....and shark-attack some super-pizzas.
the wifey knows how to get expert pizzeria-style jauns.
slaving away on solid birthday party eats,
for our faces an' sh!t.
DAS IT!!
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i get to repeat my streetsmart navigation skillset today.
awwwwwwwwww.
back down south,
after a whirlwind of paternal devotion
to these delightful daughterly duders.
they've got to go back to school,
i've got to drive all over the place,
and really-realness needs to resume
it's usual dolorous drum-beaten doldrums.
parting is not sweet, suckas.
just sayin'.
that's a hard style, y'all.
but,
these secret in-between teaser treats
make the weak-sauce less terrible.
bright lights in the darkness.
two awesome kids.
worthy warrior poetry.
real life;
never quiet, never soft.....