werewolf.

i know what time it is.
y'know?
yeah.
for sure.
hmmm?
do YOU know what time it is?
don't be dumb....
it's mutha-'ucking werewolf time.
you mean you can't feel it?
c'mon.
then just look at the nighttime sky, guys.
jeez.
it's blue and silver and bright as heck,
and there are certainly gonna be stark-naked stark-raving
stormswept skinshifting shapechangers raging out there.
no?
really?
but,
these werewolfen jauns are in full-moon full effect.
and that's no joke.
i'm on that bestial berserker barbarian battle-blastin'
brutality for the cosmic lunar savagery,
and also sleeplessness.
awwwwww.
it's just such a luminous circle,
and it's shooting down all those insane raybeams,
and they're all reflected off of all of the icy snowish bits.
uh-huh.
i've got it coursing in my blood, b!tchbags.
a hard-pounding pulse of animal magnetic mayhem.
is it the call of the wild?
is it the lure of black iron pulling due true north?
jeez.
i dunno.
but you know what IS certain?
yeah.
treats.
hahahaha.
i get fresh with the super-fancy unnecessary stuff.
and also with the extra-sweet expert tarts.
really.
check the linzer-type teleport:

ka-BOOOOOM!
c'mon, neighbors.
cookie-cutout almond shortbread freestyle freestanding action?
so dope.
raspberry citrus sugar filling is what's up.
and of, course,
because real-deal old-timey linzertorte has rules,
and y'all know how i do so love the rules-
there are big raw sugar crystal sprankles on top.
mmmmmmmmm.
slats and straps,
pressed-up fluted sides,
hearts and stars and leaves,
and all of it extra rich and buttery and nutty and fruity and rad.
it's music to my mouth, for sure,
but soothing savage beasts it ain't.
i mean,
it's basically a sugar rush and rush and attack,
but it's also so freakin' amazing in my long-fanged manic maw
that i couldn't care any less about how hard and fast
that i've been devouring it.
too much is the right amount, always,
and full-moons are the most you can get.
circles and circles and circles and circles,
overlapping,
emanating,
ricocheting,
echoing,
and all of them spiraling out from the center.
it's ley lines and longitudes and latitudes,
and all of it all the time is expanding and imploding,
concentric consensual concentric cause-and-affect effects.
werewolf.
wild in the streets and/or dirt roads of this woodsly goodness.
that's what's unfolding in front of us tonight.
.....and also blood-red raspberries.
feasting on flaky pastry instead of biting and tearing at the
fringes of infinite nature.
i do what i do, i s'pose;
never quiet, never soft.....