bake sale.

duders,
when i'm trying to put problems in perspective,
and reshape the sh!t-salad shambles of things in my life,
i bake something first.
every time.
no, but for realsies.
the kind of situational process and procedure that requires some planning
and preparation, as well as expert execution,
and then results in incredible mutha-flipping treats
is a mandatory component of the focus for some foreshadowing of things to come.
y'know?
i mean,
taking whatever is laying around, combining it in approximate proportions,
and adding some ovenly hottness for essential activation is kind of a metaphoric
metamorphosis of personal development.
i mean, right?
if i can't take a batch of individual ingredients, combine them in order of importance,
beat 'em up, roll 'em out, and then turn them into something altogether better than
the pile of pieces i puzzled over at the onset,
well,
then how am i supposed to analyze and attack the daily dilemmas and doo-doo butter
that drizzles down like sh!t-salad from my very own perpetual personal waking nightmares?
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
that's kind of bleak, neighbors.
but speaking of drizzles....
check the overcomplicated but completely in-synchronous sexy time teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!
quadruple layers, players.
hahahaha.
loooooook at my foooooooood.
do it.
c'mon, y'all-
it started off with a graham cracker crushed whole oat buttery cookie big bottom base,
with chocolate-chipped up chocolate crumb cake on top of that.
you know i custom-ground that flour blend inside it.
intricacies inside of delicacies inside of gluttonies.
it's all really happening, folks.
and when it cooled off enough to accentuate the hottness?
uh-huh.
double-vanilla frosting, with the dusty bean crankles got slathered like lather
all over the cracked fudgy upper crust.
but,
that only makes it out to be a perfect ten, ninjas.
in order to take it all the way to eleven,
i also added a sensually-explicit chocolate ganache goobieblop driz on top of that.
i know i'm fancier than i need to be,
but in order to flourish, i have to apply flourish.
regrettably,
a big fat F*ing faceful of this turbo-flavorful freshness hasn't really helped out
the unalterable secret universal plans designed for my really real-life much.
damn.
and it all started out so motherb!tching well, too.
i blame the shark-gluttony, kids.
big reckless savage bites of a baller-A* square of carefully-crafted culinary elitism.
it cancels out the methodical plotting and calculations of my recipe-less theorizing.
get it?
yeah.
***********
real life unfolds.
that's the truth.
it's still snowing,
it's still cold,
and now it's also dark.
hard styles and long nights and ugly truths and handsome desserts.
when is all that happening?
pretty much all the time;
never quiet, never soft.....