eleven eleven.

yuuuuuuuuuuup.
today goes to eleven.
twice.
that means it's time to let go of those checks and balances,
take our feet off the brakes, and the steering wheel,
and let ourselves go on one blistery blustery windy wild ride.
uh-huh.
what's for breakfast?
Tea'N'Toast, obvi.
and also,
peanut-buttery, coconutty, oaty, chocolate dipped
mutha-flippin' Rock Bloxxx.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
because too much is not even close to enough today.
check the crunchy sprankles-type teleport:

c'mon.
extra expert hottness,
as an added little early morning treat?
you know that today is that day, duders.
*
neighbors,
it's eleven eleven, tho.
all damn day long.
that's a twenty four hour window for making wishes,
with two especially double 'nother other 11:11's,
to add extra importance to that focused fantasy fulfillment.
and that's probably pretty good for you.
right?
mmhmm.
i think it is probably a real thing.
i'm making a lot of wishes today,
with full expectations that most of them are gonna come true.
or else.
i mean it,
on a day where eleven is the starting point,
my wildest dreams are gonna seem commonplace.
y'heard?
today IS the day,
because it has to be.
real coffee?
yeah.
louder, fresher, and harder styles?
of course.
cannonball brutality and berserker fury
and all kinds of really real Folk Life,
and the pursuit of elitist activation and pure-being participation
from the break-a'break-a' dawn to the slammed-shut
nighttime nightlights and starbrights.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....