blue friday.

fridays, neighbors.
y'know?
regular folks are getting ready to kick back and relax,
but i'm swimming in an ocean of sunburnt skin and bad blood.
mmhmm.
the tatzap shack is usually pretty stacked with stump-style monsters,
queued up for queer ideas from now until sunday afternoon.
which really means that it's not any kind of week end where i'm living, y'all.
nope.
it's just another 'nother day of the grind- zippin' on those vacationers,
zappin' on the locals,
and working through the middle of the day.
.....just like every day.
there's work to do, kids.
i've got to do it.
but,
what i really need is a tasty snack to power me through the rest of it.
mmmmhmmmm.
like,
maybe i need a little chee'cake?
oh.
yes.
that's exactly what i need.
check the teleport:

boom.
blueberries are good for you...that's no joke.
and i've got 'em in all sorts of burst-purple forms all in one spot.
i started with a coconuut-laced oatmeal and graham cracker buttery crust.
then i whipped up my custom expert vegan 'cake jauns,
and when i had it the right consistency,
i fired in some blueberry jam, and some pureed bloobs,
AND some powdered freeze-dried jammers as well.
what?
yeah.
that IS a lot of blueberries.
you know the rules-
too much is the right amount.
which is why i also made a super-cute little bitty exxxtra one,
just for special sharing with a special person.
mmmhmmmm.
teleport:

awwwwwwww.
s'kyooooooooot!
(don't even front like the two fork thing isn't adorable)
yup.
so,
that's what's going to activate this friday.
i need sweets to fuel my hands,
and fill my big dumb face,
and make today's term at the studio a baby bit more bearable.
i'm serious.
treats really help.
*
long nights and no sleep are what's been poppin' up on me for the last week.
and i've got molto molto nightmares,
which are really just plain ol' dumb to have, y'know?
i mean,
since you're doing it to yourself with your own stoopid brain.
ew.
my mind is mad at me, i s'pose....
for what, i don't know.
it's below my detection levels, in the sub-sub-bass-boosted submarines
that swin in the deepest pools of my subconscious.
i don't know what the F* is going on,
but this chee' cake had better make it all better.
i'm not about not-sleeping when i go to sleep-
especially when i already don't sleep much in the first place.
i need my beauty rest, friends.
or at least,
the scant anti-creaturization hours in-between hard times and hard styles.
...........
those little baby birds flew off when i got home last night.
uh-huh.
a flash of a dozen wings, beating furiously at my face,
was what i got as soon as i stepped up on my porch.
even they weren't into hanging out here anymore.
nature wins,
but i wasn't even trying to play;
never quiet,. never soft.....