yep.
grey clouds are emptying their guts out.
raindrops keep falling, y'all,
right on my F*ing head.
hahahaha.
that's weekend day off busy business
difficulty-level upgrade elemental challenge-type sh!t.
we doo-doo that, y'know?
dark and stormy morning jauns,
and bark bark barking overreactivated dog noise,
and semi-sleepless empty nesting,
and other other ingredients are combining, kids-
i'm making swamp soup.
that's a thing.
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yes indeed, duders.
finally,
clean clothes are back on the schedule!
check the teleport:
double decker expertism,
like an ac/dc amplified space robobotron.
big deal,
on the big deal.
simple pleasures or some sh!t.
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neighbors,
i think i might need to make XI-mas cookies.
uh-huh.
you slinky minky mutha-lickers know i get busy
with that futuristic oven lovin',
but i'm thinking about going backwards,
and making some pre-woodsly goodness-era
italian-type guinea goodies.
it's true.
i'm feeling like a genetic heretic most days,
living that Folk Life in the yankee hills an' that,
so maybe a little confection reconnection is in order.
those jauns are italic.
c'mon.
vegan new england italian heritage sweets and treats?
won't that be hard?
sure.
i prefer to stir my batter with a wrench.
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i'm on that solo loco lobo situation jam.
a lone wolf lunatic lycanthrope,
coping without his pack.
awwwwwwwwwww, man.
don't worry about me, my ninjas-
there's a coconut cocoa creme pie on the cooling rack,
with that german-style chocolatey
toasted coconut streusel on top.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it's a pie party......
...for one;
never quiet, never soft.....
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