pan-starrs.

there's a comet supposedly spouting light out of it's butt
in a snail trail of excellence all along the western skyline.
but,
since i'm especially looking forward to see it.
it's also totally flipping cloudy outside,
and the entire horizon is a bleak blanket of hard ruined fun..
expert?
nope.
but it sort of figures.
too much to look forward to on a day when time travel has already
sent us barreling askance into the future is too much to hope for all at once.
we lost an hour in the jump into the here and now,
but we also gained a new perspective on the brightness of dusk and dawn.
that's had to cost something, i suppose.
and since we may be able to see the skidmarked path
that the pan-starrs comet is going to take tomorrow as well?
well, now;
we're just gonna have to be grateful for the time we've been given,
even if it wasn't exactly what we had set out to experience.
besides,
there's comet cookies at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
check the baked-fresh sexytime teleport:

word.
peanut buttery chocolate rock bloxxx,
with itty-bitty super-cutie-pie-type chocolate chips;
and roasted-and-crushed-up peanuts inside their fatty boombatty bodies;
and a smear of chocolate drizzle;
and some crushed up nuts on top, to boot.
thanks have got to go out to my friend annarose
for activating the professional photography for my F*ing face.
just sayin'-
i'm lucky that my friends are all so rad.
and i keep saying it only because it keeps being proven as a true fact.
real talk.
sunday morning wasn't easy,
and sunday afternoon was even worse,
...but sunday night?
yeah, neighbors.
sunday night is a just-right kind of time.
it's all really happening.
right now,
and probably later on, as well;
never quiet, never soft.....