refreezing.

neighbors,
it's cold all over again.
i mean,
yeah, sure-
obviously it's winter in the north,
so it's cold ALL the time...
but,
it's really cold all over again.
a blowhard bellow of frosty air has exhaled out
past the blue strip of ma natures pursed and scolding lips,
and settled back in this valley to freeze us solid once more.
awwwwwwwww, man.
that means that standing just four feet away from the red-hot
and orange-hot, and yellow-hot types of flame in my woodstove,
it's still cold in here.
ugh.
there are moments, though,
that activate the true inner hottness.
more often than not,
those moments use the collateral heat of my oven
to take away the incipient insipid chill of the january airstream.
uh-huh.
hot beverages and hot treats are the way we thaw our achy bones.
check the teleport:

yeah!
friends,
i candied some slivered almonds.
i really did.
toasted up and buttered down,
a splash of vanilla, a splash of almond extract,
and a punch of pow-powdered sugar make 'em so expert.
that's a thing.
and i added bluets, as well.
antioxidant fruit is good for you, obvi.
there's a little bit of coconut,
and a blop of vegan creamchee',
and soy yogurt,
because nobody likes a sahara-dry scone.
that's gross.
MY scones are moist, mother-'uckers
for realsies,
just because i'm a vegan weirdie doesn't mean i hate my face.
oh.
um,
just because i hate my face doesn't mean i'm mad at my mouth...
ugh.
okay,
i resent my big mouth a bit, too-
but,
i want to get warmed up with a fancy hand-thrown mug of warm
freshly-brewed and/or steeped brown hottness,
and i want a toasty oven-fresh expert somethings in my bellyhole,
via the tragic travesty of a senses-globe on my neck.
that's my F*-ed up head, kids.
y'know?
c'mon.
i make 'em rad, so i can taste the radness.
real talk.
i want rewards for my efforts.
i expect nothing less for my excellent execution of these endeavors.
ka-BOOM.
*
it took three weeks,
but tattbombing at the zip-zap studio is finally starting to seem
like it's the busy business it's supposed to be.
yikes.
no work is weak sauce,
and empty pockets,
and hard styles,
and bad moods,
and rough times,
and raw nerves.
working balls-out isn't any better, really.
hahaha, that's no joke;
but,
movie checks are movie checks, kids,
and those grands don't come for free.
i'm on that grind.
and i'm getting smoother the coarser i behave.
that's science.
grit-grimy and abrasive nature wears everything down eventually.
and it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....