every day is like sorbet.

sprankles?
yeah.
sprankles.
that's what's up.
teleport this cup of treats
to the future, ninjas:

yum.
the only good part of yesterday's
rainy, grey, swampy, armpitiful mien?
dessert before dinner.
just what i needed.
it always is, after all.
*
exasperating aspirations?
i got that sh!t on lock.
there are infinite natures,
and there are natural affinities.
i've got a severely hard style when it comes to both.
it seems we're creeping up on another 'nother
fully formed orbital ghost circle in the sky.
you know it, ninjas.
a werewolfen skylight of nighttime nutrients
designed to activate the transformative powers
of brutal berserker battle-beastly savagery.
c'mon.
full moons make for long nights,
and long nights make for hard times,
and both of those lead to little sleep,
less rest,
and the rudest of awakenings.
that's a thing.
today's the day,
and tonight's the night.
there will be more treats,
but that's a story for another time;
never quiet, never soft.....