'cakes II

panniecakes are pretty flippin' good
as a treat for your face in the morning,
but personal participation cakes are expert
doses of dopeness for when the sun goes down.
duders,
me and my two special girls got rad on some 'cakes.
doublecakes, even.
like,
our cups were half full....
of cake, y'heard?
then we beat down all the leftover pessimism
with leavening agents,
and our spirits and our crumb both rose.
and then,
in order to bring the thunder just a wee bit more,
we filled the other other half with frosting.
and now our cups runneth over, kids-
teleportational checking is in order:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we doo-doo that fancy pantsy sh!t, y'all.
freeze-dried, powdered real raspberries
all up in the mixer with the sugar and flour?
yes.
we made purplish batter for our big action, b!tches.
that's that raspberry cake business!
with power-whipped white frosting from the future,
and double-boiler raspberry chocolate ganache
specifically for that black and white and double drizzle,
and then a boo-ya pinch of dried raspberries on top.
it's exactly that little touch of pink sparkle magic
twinkle-dusted across the tippity-topmost spots
that activates the expert nutrients we celebrate up here.
see?

why do we do it?
because we go to eleven as a matter of fact and action.
just sayin',
cakes are what's up, ninjas.
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it matters.
the little something extra.
the from-scratch, by hand,
on purpose-with purpose stuff.
making pictures or making food or making moves.
we commit completely to the idea that eleven
on a scale of one-to-ten,
is the only level worth taking it to.
just being dope, morning to night,
with my daughters, with myself,
and with the express intention of taking something out
on everyone/thing/where else around me.
surround sound symbolism,
with sprankles and blops and drips and drabs.
we do it, because it's what we do.
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ugh.
it's a full day, today.
today is the day.
the fullest one, even.
tattbombing and zip-zapping on some fresh-ish jauns?
maybe.
working hard for the movie checks?
you know it, neighbors.
it's all really happening,
and it's powered by cakes;
never quiet, never soft.....