mornings.

toasted pecans.
that's some of that nutrient-rick protein-and-fiber-type sh!t.
they're good for you.
basically,
they're smooth shelled elitist privileged walnuts,
and that, despite their being more closely related to hickory nuts.
the thing is neighbors,
corn muffins are good.
huh?
oh, yeah,
we're making a segue from nuts to muffins, but they go together.
don't be such a worrywart.
jeez.
corn muffins are good,
but they can be a bit dry, and sort of stuffy,
since sweetness is rarely invited into the mix.
well, F* that noise, nerds.
brown sugar gets blended into my cornmeal,
to put some soft and sugary new hottness to it.
it needs it.
and to make sure we take it to eleven in the a.m.?
yuuuuup.
toasted pecans get put all up inside 'em too.
c'mon.
check the teleport:

yeah.
hmm?
of course that's brown sugar on top.
what are you?
an A-hole?
huh?
well,
then, do you think i'm an A*-hole?
go easy.
i mean, friends,
i do know how to get activated, for crying out loud!
***********
it really doesn't ever get easier.
i mean,
there are overlaps and underscores
and intertwines all over the place.
hard styles and lifestyles and hard times for whole lifetimes.
it's all happening the way it's supposed to,
and i would possibly take more comfort in that notion
if the secret universal plan didn't so consistently throw
a wrench into the smooth-flowing cogs and gears
of time-spanning togetherness.
it all costs something, i suppose-
a wrench is not the worst of the wrongs there could be.
it's unfolding, friends,
that's real;
never quiet, never soft.....