more makes it better.

so,
a few days a go,
i had those melty-lookin' wilty tarts.yeah.
the frosting, while totally delicious,
was just too soft and creamy, and it wouldn't hold a peak.
i felt a little bit lame about that.
no joke.
i F*ing hate it when whatever it is i'm activating
doesn't work out perfectly expert right away.
hmmm?
oh, yeah,
i'm SO kind of like that.
i was a little disappointed, friends.
right up until i stopped pouting and remembered the golden rule-
too much is the right amount.
y'know?
so,
i broke out the bag with the frosting in it.
....it'd been cooling off in the fridge,
and thickening up while it was at it.
i put it to it like i
check the upgrade-type-teleport:

c'mon, right?
neighbors,
the object was more.
i should've known all along.
silly me,
thinking that the problem was the consistency of the topping,
and not the quantity.
the whole dang problem was just that they needed overdoing.
lucky for my mouth, and yours,
i recognized the missing piece.
doubling the sweetness made it happen.
what's the lesson to be learned here?
oh, well, you know...
sure, planning is fine, preparing is useful, getting ready is great-
but flippin' out and going over the top works better.
every time.
berserker barbarians are a whole lot happier with amok havoc
and warrior poets make war on the commonplace at all times.
jeez.
this bitter bastardly dastardly cold weather has perhaps had me
feeling too old and stiff and busted and befrosted
to get my raging stormswept gypsy bits going i guess.
is it too abominably permafrosted and glacial to explode?
i dunno.
maybe.
but, definitely, in practice, today, and everyday, it's supposed to be
too much, too often, in excess as the standard level of participation.
more frosting,
more fire,
more volume,
more volume,
more volume,
more.
it has to happen because it has to.
and don't you forget it;
never quiet, never soft.....