eating it.

duders,
it's another 'nother thor's day,
and there's thunder aplenty around these parts.
ummm.
no, actually, it's bright and sunny and i don't see a single stormcloud in the sky.
it's not that kind of thunder.
more like,
berserker barbarian inner-turmoil boiling blistering brutal battle-beasting
with a side order of raging savage gypsy projection and inflection and emotion...
yeah.
it's that kind of thunder, neighbors.
for realsies.
and for that kind of hypersensitive overreacting,
i'm gonna need a whole lot of expert nutrients.
to that end,
i got a little bit busy in the baked greats department, kids.
yep.
cinnamon and sugar and everything oatmeal, all at once.
what the F* is gluten?
not invited to this preheated hottness, that's what.
check the teleport:

word up.
apples and maple syrup and sugar and amazing blops of gooey fruitiness,
over all the oats ever,
and a moist and magical crumb coffee cake with brown-sugary streusel.
uh-huh.
i'm supercharged with epic next-level vegan deliciousness!
it's happening.
that's right-
i'm on a whole-oat sugar-rush that goes to eleven.
i may be all-alonely all over again,
again,
but i won't be sitting idly by like a sad diaperbaby.
no way.
i've got small art to make,
and moves to maneuver,
and food to eat with big fat F*ing mouth.
my whole face is psyched.
i mean it.
eyes for looking,
and nostrils for flaring,
and teeth for formulating shark-gluttonous gulps....
i dunno what the plan is, friends,
but i know it's unfolding right here and now;
never quiet, never soft.....