crushcakes.

hey duders,
it's one helluva mutha-F*ing northern exxxplosion up here!
the woodsly goodness is finally being beset and besieged by a brutal
belting of savage stormswept snowfall,
and that means that today, once again, is THE day.
a snow day, even.
and that means anything can happen.
(it all really is, anyway)
we've got mountains of hexagonal individualism mounting these mountains,
and it's been whiteout since it was night out,
although the werewolfen arctic blast beams shone through even this creamy
cloudcover and blue-lit all the expanses and cast cruel shadows in every direction.
yeah,
full moon jauns are in equal, but opposite, effect.
tranquility and ferocity, dampening and escalating.
the weather keeps us comfortably indoors,
but the lunar schedule lets the wild out.
we're all about it up here, though, neighbors.
and to start our day off with the essential nutrients,
we activated a flat-slap-jack-seasoned well-pressed panniecake situation.
check the top and bottom grid-ironed griddle situation:

c'mon.
what's a double-squeezed panniecake?
a waffle, ninja.
duh.
and we got extra expert with soy-yogurt in the mix,
because replacing eggs is a finely-tuned science.
plus,
we added in some fresh ground oatmeal to the flour.
that's that highlands-type warrior meal jauns, y'all.
with maple syrup, and soy whiplash sh!t, and confectioners sugary dustings,
to symbolize the spirit and essence of our snowy domain!
*
the weather outside is frightful,
and the temperament of the inside spaces is even worse.
rabid housebound barbarians,
in the frozen temperatures and blizzard conditions of a nor'easter,
make for hot-under-the-collar hard styles.
we stick to what we know, friends.
and we know how to flip the F* out.
it's kind of our thing.
my girls, my dog, and myself.
that's a warband or poetic participation.
we're making moves, and watching movies.
anything can happen,
and everything probably should.
there's secrets being revealed, and universal plans being unfolded.
neighbors,
NOW is the winter of our discontent,
and NOW is when the malcontents empty the contents of their pent up 'hood bags.
the berserker barbarian brutality is oozing out,
and we're howling like a pack of hungry wild callers at the haloed hole of light tonight.
we do what we do, duders.
stark, y'all.
and raving.
oh, yeah...
...and mad.
snow days.
nature wins;
never quiet, never soft.....