everything.

it's always something, isn't it, guys?
uh-huh.
and sometimes,
it isn't just something, but more like EVERYthing is going on
and getting in the way of getting anything done right.
however,
and this is the rarest of rarities-
in this instance, it's not everything going wrong,
but rather everything going totally together in the correct manner and method.
huh?
well, of course i'm talking about treats!
i'd never be such a jinxy jerk as to cultivate the coincidences
that inevitably collide in calamity.
success isn't unattainable, it's unsustainable, y'know?
warrior poets live by their feud against fate;
their crusade against the twin curses of nature and nurture;
they die by the pen, and live by the sword,
and every damned day is a mutha-F*ing hard-style.
it's not lightning-striking viking struggles that'll get us,
it's complacency masquerading as contentment breeding contempt
that is assuredly the noose we'll secure around our necks
all while feeling smugly secure in our success.
no.
no thanks.
good enough is not enough-
i'll probably never be satisfied,
and that's a long and lonely road, i'm well aware.....
the alternative is play-acting the part of tolerant and even-tempered turd,
settling for almosts and kind-ofs.
i can't hang out with that sort of middling mincey falsehood.
nope.
i can however, put all that vitriol in the hot-fiery furnaces
that fuel my head, hands, and heart,
and bake up some berserker barbarian battle-beastly greatness.
no foolin', neighbors,
i made some everything cookies,
and they are all-the-way expert.
check the groats-and-nubs-type teleport:

thin, crispy, crawnchy, knobbly, buttery, sweet, and still a bit bendy.
wooooooooooord.
like i told you.
they're everything.
and they've really got a whole lot of every sort of thing going on in there, too.
oats, barley, rye, wheat, triticale, flax seeds, large-flake coconut,
almond slices, almond flour, whole wheat flour, brown sugar,
almond extract, vanilla, AND cacao nibs all throughout these jauns.
i mean,
i already had that five-grain cereal sittin' pretty in the pantry,
and i always use my stirring and mixing skills when i'm feeling harried,
hurried, pushed, rushed, and in need of a good re-centering on my abilities,
instead of my lack of profitable activities......
so, i put all of that in one pot,
and i kneaded it, because i really needed it.
like, that's for real.
oh. c'mon.
anyway,
they spread more than i would've guessed,
which wasn't such a bad thing, because it made those very-buttery edges
get all kinds of  caramelized, and that tastes good.
i like good tasting things, despite being accused of having bad taste in other aspects.
ummmmmmm.......yeah.
i'm eating cookies because i like cookies;
i'm baking cookies because i hate idle time;
i'm taking my time because it's mine, and i hate seeing it wasted;
it's all really happening,.
and the struggle IS real;
never quiet, never soft.....