Thursday, October 31

tricks? treats!

spiced pumpkin cupcakes.
vanilla pastry creme filling.
maple cinnamon frosting.
sprankles.
over-the-top goobieblop dollops.
wait...
what does that even mean?
it means that it's time to get all samhain'd
and deadbody ghost circle crazy in the woodsly goodness!
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!!!
YEP.
trick or treat, mutha-b!tches.
today is the day.
all day.
and we've got fancy bits of business to keep us busy.
check the seasonally-specific orange-and-black-type teleport:
see?
we know what's up around here.
we put all the parts together in one place,
and let the flavors explode all over your face.
yeah.
that's so a thing, and it rhymes, so it's got to be true, too.
rules is rules.
and don't act like the two color dots and two color frosting
doesn't take treat activation to eleven.
you know it does,
you know you like it.
you want they?
good.
we GOT they.
-
but wait,
is that all?
c'mon, what are you?
an A*-hole?
of course there's more.
there's always more.
duh.
teleport:
rock bloxxx!
these F*ers got the icing drizzle and the sprankles.
yuuuuuuuup.
if i get nothing else right,
i'll get a batch treats baked up good and proper.
without sweets, the bitter's just not as bitter.
oh, wait,
scratch that,
then reverse it.
yes.
*
i'll admit,
i'm kind of phoning it in right now.
sorry, neighbors.
but i've got flights to catch,
rabbits to speak on,
colder and wetter places to span time,
unniversaries to avoid,
and november is where and when it all happens.
at once.
a maelstrom of doo-doo buttery sh!t hot despair an' that.
yeah.
more collisions of storm fronts and battened hatches and bare backs.
jeez.
the greyest hours are yet to come,
and in just a few more days,
even the clocks look backwards again.
huh?
dang.
sure,
there are plenty of bright spots-
but for the moment,
the rain and the cold are clouding up all the views from each and every
advantageously dissed vantage point.
ouch.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.
the best parts?
yeah.
nevermind about those.
those are all mine.
the stories are always true,
but sometimes there's more to 'em;
never quiet, never soft.....

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