really.
from those of us keeping it rural and real
in the warrior poetic windswept woodsly goodness,
to all of the rest of y'all wherever you are.
happy happy.
the worst is over, again,
and the restart is in F*ing full effect.
another 'nother other year, starting now,
and most probably improving on that last one
by a pretty flippin' large margin.
as the clock ticked into today,
when it was still tomorrow,
and the last square of the last page of the last calendar
got checked off, and folded up, and put away,
to make room for a whole brand new blank set of
rows and numbers and pages on a fresh one,
we did what we always do, duders.
uh-huh.
we said the magic mutha-uckin' word.
twice.
you know what's up:
RABBIT! RABBIT!!
that's right.
we iterated the activation for keeping this year expert.
i mean,
c'mon.
how do lightning-striking vikings of valuable virtue ring in
an early morning sunrise full of promise and portents?
yeah!
with incredible treats, obvi..
don't be dumb, stoopidhead....
check the first-of-the-month-of-the-year-type teleport:
kaBOOOOM!
are there miniature itty-bittsy baby-sized chocolate chips in 'em?
that's correct.
little bits of dark delight in the moistest yellow cakey goodness
means depth of texture and flavor;
which in turn means they're totally expert.
but, wait, neighbors,
because that's not all.
the objective here is to have more.
inside of 'em,
there's chocolate marshmallow coconut creme.
yuuuuuuuup.
you read that right.
gooey, luscious, mystical hidden gems,
all up inside the middles!
it's even better than it sounds.
i promise.
and,
then there's that beyond-conventionally-creamy-style
really real, really smooth coconut frosting,
and the gold-glitter sprankles, too.
and just to make sure we take 2014 to eleven?
yes.
we added a chocolaty marshmallow coconut frosting goobieblop
to top it all off with a barbaric brown buttery dollop of dopeness.
it's a new year,
and that means making all kinds of new hottness.
y'know?
***********
anyway,
after all of us staying up,
and both of them sleeping in-
harvest and maple and i are spanning the last minutes
of our sensational wintertime vacation together right now!
that means a lot of things have to happen at once.
and one of those things is breakfast!
mmhmm.
teleport:
the last breakfast.
the final meal full of masterpiece morsels in our mouths,
until next time.
i keep my homestyle homeboy fries crispy,
and my tofu scramble yellow.
my toast is golden and my tea is hot.
all of that seems to be working out pretty well.
i accredit it to our rabbit rabbit worthy wordsmithing.
we said it,
we meant it.
it's documented.
and that's that.
it's happy new year, for now, for sure.
but there's an imminent unhappy roadtrip,
and and emptied-nest bust-out return by myself
to a less-occupied Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
sprawliong out ahead of me this afternoon and evening.
today IS the day,
and it's a happy, new, and lucky one-
but tonight?
ugh...
it's hard styles and cold beds.
real life unfolds, and nature always wins.
the alternatives are so much worse,
so we keep it going on and on.
that's just the way it works;
never quiet, never soft.....
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