brownies.

what the mother-F*, my ninjas,
it's somehow already wednesday night?!
how and when and where and what kind
of elapsed-time distortion doo-doo butter
has allowed the last few days to disappear?
i though time only gained altitude when
we were having fun?
instead of activating any sort of distilled
deeds of derring-do,
i think the whole thing is trying to F* with my sh!t.
what whole thing?
c'mon.
the secret universal plan, obviously.
don't be dumb.
i'm visualizing berserker barbarian battle-business
with beastly feasting and garrulous gypsy interaction,
with a little tiny bit of futuristic introspection,
and raging savage stormswept warrior poetry.
i suppose it's all really happening,
but the minutes are so fleet-footed i might be missing out.
with any luck,
the rest of y'all are reaping the results
of my will-powered manifestations of freshness.
i'll dream it, you be it.
everything costs something, neighbors.
that's a real thing.
i can assume that somewhere nearby,
the cultivated coincidences of my casual concentration
are waiting for me to harvest 'em.
that's what tomorrow is for;
y'know-
when today being the day just isn't quite doing it.
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and by the way-
it's hellaciously flippin' cold in here.
gelid and hoar-frosted and ice-aged.
i'm pretty sure i saw a wooly mammoth
a few seconds ago.
then again,
it could've been my reflection.
awwwwww.
on the ones, kids,
it's embittered and embattled and i mean it.
i ran the oven today for a little bit,
and not just because i needed an elite dose
of delicious dopeness in the form of
barbarian brownies with two kinds
of chocolate chips.
i did need that.
and i'm glad it happened.
but really,
i just wanted the oven to emanate
a little extra warmth like a propane-powered hearth
in the heart of my otherwise least-heated wing of the house.
i'm curling up by the fireplace.
and i'm dangerously dessicated for my trouble.
practically preserved by dehydration, duders.
that's the new plan.
a modern mummy,
pickled and tickled by tongues of cast-iron hot fire,
and designed to keep that festy foot company forever.
i love it when a plan comes together;
never quiet, never soft.....