420.

ugh.
gross.
four-twenty.
today is the day.
all day.
that's the worst.
yep.
the two lamest coinciding events falling on the same day?
...and it's kinda rainy, too.
a series of unfortunate instances,
culminating in a day that only doodieheads from the far ends
of the full spectrum of awful A*-holes are excited about.
nope.
not cool.
it's hitler's berfday and herb smoking.
weak sauce waterbabyism and the worst kind of whiteness are in full effect.
that's today
for serious,
i can't hang out with stonery bullsh!t at all, y'all.
it's just not my thing, y'know?
i'm a whole lot more into really real life,
and an unadulterated unaltered state of being and keeping it real.
we aren't inviting any high points, on any level.
that's no joke.
damn.
so,
smoking weed isn't on the menu, not today, nor any other day,
or ever, actually,
because worthy warrior poetry isn't composed of euphoria.
and it sure as heck ain't about that nappy nazi fast and fuhrer-ious F*-ery.
it's the paean of active participation with honed hands and hawk eyes-
the saga of sharpened wits and pointed teeth;
the bigger, louder, faster, harder hottness for your face.
and it also relies pretty heavily on chocolate.
mmhmm.
chocolate is good for you.
and that's where we're at.
nevermind about the date,
disregard the marijuana mendicants,
wipe away the worthless white power poop,
and instead get busy with some chewy chunks of chocolate.
yeah!
i think that's a better idea, don't you.
word up.
check the cookie-zone-type teleport:

yup.
chocolate drizzles on top, chocolate chips in the middle,
and ground-up chocolate dissolved inside each and every bit.
plus,
they're multigrain jauns, friends.
yep.
i know,
that's silly.
but there's all kinds of grainy goodness going off-
flax, millet, quinoa, amaranth, rye, barley, wheat, rice, triticale, oats;
and also coconut, and brown sugar and raw sugar;
and two kinds of shaved chocolate-
deep dark bittersweet baking-style,
and smooth vegan milky silken belgian  sexxxiness, too-
instead of going traditional with just common cocoa as the big-deal brownifier,
i grated away at the greater part of two small but fancy bars
of solid, sweet, sultry, sensual chocolate greatness.
....and it was worth it.
ALL of that stuff is working together, like F*ing teamwork,
turning each singular sensational ingredient into those chunky
brown circles of super-expert treat activation.
wu-TANG.
*
i've got nothing else to do but eat cookies and tattoo.
that's the way today is going to unfold.
there's lots of work to do,
and lots of cookies to eat,
so i s'pose i'm prepared as best as i can be for whatever comes next.
it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....