bread.

duders,
i get into the spirit of the season.
i mean,
it's october.
and that's the best month, really.
and if it's really the best one,
then breakfast in october should be expert every day.
y'know?
and can you guess what makes for a great Tea 'N' Toast situation?
yuuuuuuuup.
a couple of massive slabs of the moistest squares of
oven-browned fancy orange-colored F*ing bread.
that's a thing.
like, for realsies,
it's a brick of burly heavy-duty autumn heartiness.
and i'm pretty much certain that's gotta be good for you.
neighbors,
check the bananas-are-for-other-months-type teleport:

pumpkin bread!
with toasted pecans, mixed in with the ginger and nutmeg and
cinnamon and maple syrup,
and stirred thick and rich with a couple cups of home-ground oat flour,
and topped with pumpkin seeds and those big sugar sprankles.
damn.
i make so many treats.
seriously,
who the hell am i baking for?
i think it's you, actually.
except you don't come over;
which just means more mutha-flippin' fancy pumpkin bread for me.
thanks.
sorta.
*
it's perfect outside.
huh?
okay, fine.
it's actually kinda hot outside.
like, unseasonably warm, even.
confusing?
ummmm, yeah, a little.
the leaves and the sky and the darkness say otherwise,
but the heat makes it feel like it's still summer.
fall is a tricky F*er.
it makes the fair harder to deal with, too.
sweaty monster-sized creature/people shouldn't be exposed
to the buttery heat waves that cause them to melt into stinkmeat puddles.
hard styles are the way it's done.
but,
what am i gonna do?
NOT eat falafel?
no way.
i'm not gonna let the hot hot wasp-infested greasy garbage heaps
of fall fairground fatness stop me from doing what my infinite nature
demands of me.
proof?
teleport:

yeah, kids.
two more for my fat facehole to devour.
extra tabouleh and tahini and tomatoes.
i doo-doo that fatty boombattie business-type sh!t, too.
it's just what has to be done.
rain nor shine nor heat nor cold,
it is What Is.
that's all there is;
never quiet, never soft.....