battle!

oatmeal blondie!
pumpkin cake!
beige on beige battle royale?
yup.
marble swirled double batter no-holds-barred bars?
that's a thing.
coiled around each other in a convection conflict of confection
and combat?
that's right.
jeez.
twin evenly matched monsters made out of treats
sounds pretty much like a title fight inside my mouth.
check the teleport:

look closer.
there's really truly two kinds of cake locked in an embrace.
awwwww.
see?
they're not really fighting, neighbors.
actually,
they're making out.
they love each other,
and under the covers of that cinnamaple cider frosting,
they make those sprankles sparkle.
...and that's exactly how it's supposed to be.
duh.
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how'd i bring 'em together?
i took the way by which i make brownies,
cut it all in half,
removed the brown,
doubled the dopeness,
added some orange-colored winter squashy stuffs,
some oaten excellence to the other,
and freaked off both hot pots of melty butterish and soymilk
with totally different approaches to elite bakery activation.
then,
it was all just a matter of proximity and stimulation.
huh?
what's that, now?
is it expert?
c'mon.
of course it is.
you should know already that that's all i'm even interested in.
the thing is,
despite being different,
the heat made them both do exactly the same thing together.
that's pretty damned romantic for a baked good.
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werewolfen animal instincts!
friends,
i get so tired, and i sleep so little....
you'd think i'd be exhausted enough to stay in slumberland.
nope.
not a thing, not a chance-
and i wear myself out with lots of exertion every day.
hell,
i exercise restraint more than i exercise my mind and body.
holding in everything,
every night, and most days, too.
and these days,
with the silver circle in the nighttime sky
sending it's summons to every base and brutal urge inside me?
yeah.
it's great news,
if you like fighting with yourself;
and moon-eye gazing away at obvious and inaccessible folks;
and if you like not sleeping;
and sighing the biggest sighs you've got.
i've kept my hands from doing what they want,
and i've kept my face near enough to bite,
but i haven't.
infinite nature never goes away, y'all.
it's there, waiting, prowling, howling, scowling,
a hungry pack of senses and senselessness.
it all costs something.
i'm paying;
never quiet, never soft.....