i'm just trying to pretend i'm warm.

i'll say it-
i'm cold.
more often than not,
i'm freezing inside the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's real.
sure, sure, sure,
i'm under a hundred blankets in my bed;
and i've got fleece-lined tights on under my clothes;
but,
there's still a type of chilled-out climate inside these walls
that all the burning wood and burning oil won't cure.
it's all the damned grey everywhere.
it's silvery, and that's cool,
but it's steel and iron and absent of all the bright warm tones
that make the woodsly goodness feel alive.
that's doubly so inside the shadowed shelter of this expansive manse.
ugh.
it's just a pre-wintry malaise, i suppose.
the thing of it is,
it's all really quite simply just a matter of mindset.
and i have just the thing change my mind,
so i can summerize and summarize all the mixed feelings
i'm experiencing over the seasonal sh!t-salad of this awful month,
and the ready willingness to say goodbye to this dying year...
mmmmhmmmm.
what's the plan?
that's easy.
i stuff my face my sugary shark-gluttonous goodness,
until i'm big and fat and feeling somewhat better.
that's right.
i'm putting the warm-weather flavors to my cold-weather world.
yes, i am.
check the fruit-infused time-travel-type teleport:

pink parts for your thin red mouth?
oh, c'mon.
don't be such a baby about it.
you've gotta recognize one thing-
my toasted coconut reality goes great with powdered strawberries.
that's a real life thing, neighbors.
cream chee' and tapioca and brown sugar, and confectioner's sugar,
and a secret citric splash of lemon oil extract in with the vanilla paste,
-so little as to never know what the magic activation you're tasting is,
but enough to always miss it if it isn't there forever afterwards-
(that's definitely my style right there)
and with a goobieblop or two of seedless strawberry jammie-jam?
i get busy with my big business, b!tchbags,
because i am always all about that superfancy action.
and when we put it all together in a pot,
and it get's all whipped up into a creamy fun filling.
expert.
those little baked cups are just right for poppin' in your piehole.
even though they're tarts, and not actually pies.
mmmmm.
oh, cream chee', and butterishness, and flour,
your menage-a-trois makes a sexy puff pastry,
so thanks for that.
anyway,
toasted coconutty strawberry frosting is a new thing for me,
but it's a damn good thing,
and it's making it's big debut right now for all our faces, F*ers.
you're welcome.
hmm?
ah, that's right,
you probably didn't even realize that you wanted it until you saw it.
i create need where satisfaction used to live.
i'm like that.
......aaaaaaaaaand of course,
i had to put that sprankle sh!t to it,
in the form of a cold-snap-styled coconut snowflake dusting.
yeah.
i really just can't resist putting on that one last thing, y'know?
huh?
oh, i know you know.
that's what i like about you guys, after all.
you get it, you get me, you got me, i gotcha.
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food writing?
duders,
i guess i'm just doing a whole lot of that for now.
i mean,
what else is there these days?
this IS what's happening,
and so this is what i'm telling you about.
really real life is sometimes just a bunch of tarts an' sh!t;
never quiet, never soft.....