about whatever is happening are about
to get poppin' on this gelid saturday.
the exception would be if i kickstart a batch
of those no-bake goobieblops with chocolate and
peanut butter an' that.
otherwise,
if it isn't a tooth-dacying decadent delight,
or sweetened in some severe quantity,
then i refuse to give even half of a sh!t
about any and all non-hallowe'en, non-party-related,
busybody busywork business.
just sayin', neighbors...
there's tatty-o's what need zappin',
and i'll doo-doo the whole lot of 'em,
but does tattbombin' compare to THIS?:
c'mon, mutha-lickers.
spiced pumpkin cupcakes,
with maple-infused frosting?
and spr(a)nkles??
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
activation is engaged,
and the nutrient-rich really realness
is fresh from out of the oven.
what time did YOU get up this mornin'?
because on the real, i was up before dawn,
getting expert on my party costume.
fact.
check the flippin' teleport,
and prepare your face for some loud, fresh, hardness:
that's what's up.
worst vegan ever?
shawn 'the taxidermist/dead bird lover' hebrank.
runner up?
yours truly.
multiple animal parts were certainly harmed in the making
of this heroic tribute to the hyborian age.
bones, bits, skins, and sh!t.
beauty is pain.
life is pain.
life is beautiful.
so is my costume.
wordimus prime, kids.
if you can't hang out with the hallowe'en holiday hottness,
you've positively GOT to suck the balls.
and i don't mean the paper-wrapped popcorn ones, son.
***********
we're just hours away from uber-excellence.
darkness is the signal,
and the stating point;
snow or no,
it stays hot and fiery in this fortress, my ninjas-
even in the cold and wet tricky treat-defeating weather.
the spirits and the memories in the making
are haunting our homestead with Folk Life flavor.
woodsly goodness.
here.
tonight.
if you've got the wherewithal,
and the elbow grease,
and the motivation,
and the eagles' eggs,
i've got a couple of goodies for you;
never quiet, never soft.....
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