old moon, new hottness.

hello.
it's a moody monday in the mountains.
i'm making moves,
and i'm making moues.
and i'm doo-dooin' all that freaky sh!t, besides.
dessert for breakfast?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i'm eating chocolate-frosted yellow cuppiecakes,
with hidden nuggets of chipper chocolate within.
that's the key to full-figured freshness,
from my face to my A* (pronounced ace).
what's that?
yeah.
the wind is blowin' in some answers, for sure.
for example:

uh-huh.
reindeer antlers are the answer.
especially if the question was
'what would completely compliment
a severed human foot, as a conversation piece,
on a mantlepiece'?
and yes, duders,
that IS a naval artillery shell, wrapped in ribbon,
with a tree in it.
and that glass thingy is a sexy old lantern.
you know it, friends-
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is a
curiosum cabinet of righteous dimensions,
amassed from the past and the future,
simultaneously.
*
anyway, it's my weekend,
there's a fully-formed howlin'-mad lunatic moon,
and i got a whole new batch of super rad treats
from my ace homies, casey and cyle.
that's correct, my ninjas-
treats.
huh?
good question, kid.
as a matter of fact,
i'd love some pie:

apple, neighbors.
a.k.a. the best one.
uh-huh.
that's a flaky buttery pastry heart,
just like mine.
awwwwwwwww.
*
when the earth's largest satellite lights up
bright and big and the man in it is out to
activate all the luscious canis lupus lycaon
blood red nutrient expertism,
really real berserker barbarian battle beasts
get pretty well amped up.
but the realest stormswept gypsy know
how to keep their sh!t tighter and brighter.
that's a thing.
when faced with myriad options for interacting
with obvious dangers from stranger days,
you choose the hardest style possible.
what the F* am i talking about?
c'mon.
y'all know what type of tool is to the liking
of the lightning-striking vikings, right?
wrenches.
but what about their response to the honey-suckling
suckers who try to sting up on their meady minds?
that's right!
you see a beehive,
you hump a beehive.
the same applies to wasps' nests, yo.
...and we GOT they.
check the cyle-supplied buzzbomb teleport:

wu-TANG!
that's that killa bees-type jauns.
berfday hottness in mutha-forking full effect.
like i said, a curiosum cabinet, kids.
***********
full moon frenzy,
sleepless and therefore dreamless,
honed-in, but aimless,
and ready for everything without
doing anything.
it's all really happening.
inside, outside, upside, and down;
never quiet, never soft.....