hearts.

two hearts?
yeah.
freshly baked vegan white chocolate cakes,
heart-shaped, because they're made with love an' that.
awaiting the added sweetness
of a cemented relationship with sticky frosting in, on,
between, and around 'em.
check the right-out-of-the-oven-uncooled-type teleport:

they're still naked and in their pans!

and while they may seem separate and entire all by themselves,
i assure you,
they are not two,
they are one.
they just need a little bit of help to get it together.
but, c'mon, guys!
cake is what happens when it's berfday time.
y'know?
uh-huh.
and berfday time is what's happening, too.
ready or not, willing or unwilling,
i'm headed to connecticut, neighbors.
it's true.
the right thing to do remains right even when it isn't any kind of fun...
and it really can't be avoided-
believe it, kids-
i've got responsible adulthood to engage in.
yep.
my oldest daughter,
my miniature marvelous magical doppleganger,
harvest,
turns 13 on monday.
yeah, that's right:
thirteen!
daaaaaaaaamn, duders,
i've got a teenaged daughter.
what the F* happened?
i mean it.
you blink and it's all gone by.
time travel doesn't even pause to let you catch your breath.
y'all can either keep up,
or you'll just end up old, busted, and alone,
having missed all the moments that built your whole life.
y'gotta go harder, fresher, louder, and all that,
or else you lose whatever's good.
...and that's pretty sh!tty, now, isn't it?
so keep up, obviously.
and never stop.
*
the thing is,
i miss you.
yeah.
i mean it.
it's all always almost enough,
but too much is actually the exactly-right amount.
that means there's never enough,
and that's too tall an order to fill.
rules are rules,
except when we break 'em;
but i think disassembly is required...
especially if we want to build a bigger and better something
with the salvaged scraps of before and afterwards.
no?
beats me, really.
i'm just busy being expert,
and putting the pieces together one at a time.
there's a place for everything, and everyone;
never quiet, never soft.....