oh snap!

chocolate and peanut butter.
that's right.
now,
if you don't understand why that's such a dope combination,
you must've been living subterraneanly for centuries or somethin'.
i mean,
c'mon.
chocolate is expert,
peanut butter is expert,
and together, they're even better than when they're alone.
it's a perfect relationship.
no fighting, no competing,
just delicious, harmonious, activation forever and ever.
mmmmmmmm.
i made snaps, neighbors.
that's a thing.
chocolate snaps, even.
lots and lots of cocoa in a crispy creamchee' cookiedough,
for superior crawnch in each bite.
which, on their own, are more than enough awesomeness to thoroughly enjoy.
however,
too much is the right amount-
and that means we had to stack 'em, and frost 'em,
and wholeheartedly overindulge in taking the entire idea to eleven.
otherwise,
i'd just be eating cookies,
and not dominating the treats situation at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
i can't have that hanging over my head all day, duders.
no way.
so, instead,
i've got a big ol' plate of stacky-stackers for my face,
and a feeling of satisfaction in the knowledge that MORE is what i'm making.
check the teleport:

wu-TANG!
guys,
the cookies are so crisp they crack a little, but they're not even a little bit dry.
the zigzag edges give off a distinctly peanut butt-cup effect,
and speaking of peanut butts...how about that sandwich creme?
i'm sayin'-
peanut buttery smoothness has never been more developed.
three brown biscuits and beige 'butt paste, for the big win!!
i didn't even measure anything;
i just fired scoop after scoop of ingredients into the mixer,
and beat 'em up until they achieved what i wanted.
brute force baking might be a thing.
oh, and before i forget...
those flower cut-outs ARE pretty kyoooooooooot, aren't they??
hahaha.
awwwwwww.
i think we all deserve a few fresh flowers once in a while.
yes.
we do.
and i doo-doo that carefully fulfilling cookie crumblin' snappy snappin'.
i do.
it's true.
chocolate snaps and sandwiches made from 'em,
with two great tastes tag-teaming your tastebuds?
it's all that's keeping me from a full-blown barbarian bedlam spree.
luckily,
if i get closer to the edge of reason,
i can just bake up a whole other 'nother batch,
and rein in the raging stormswept summer savagery until a few dozen more doses
of soothing sugary snacks are consumed.
easy.
*
i need a dog, or two.
y'know?
some little buddies to hang around here,
and keep my mind ferociously occupied with obedience and rewards.
focus rewards itself with focus,
and patience gets results.
at least, it does when you're dealing with animals, anyway.
people, on the other hand, tend to pounce on the patient ones,
and push until they get an undesirable outcome.
THAT'S no joke.
battle beasts and beastly battlers prefer rules, in reality.
so,
i'm ready to lay down the laws of the land,
the writ of woodsly goodsly guidelines,
rife and replete with lessons on poop etiquette, avoidance, and removal.
the secrets of the universe have got me already nostrils deep
in scorned, forlorn, and environmentally-borne sh!t-salad everywhere else-
i think it's time i got to at least get a bit of appreciation out of my efforts.
hahaha.
^that may only make sense is you know me already,
but jeez, y'all, it still holds true  even if you don't.
doo-doo butter isn't dope,
and piling on more and more of it won't make it smell any less,
but it also won't smell any extra.
that's metaphorical,
but it's applicable to all aspects of interactive participation.
here's the thing:
i can coerce a beast with bits of biscuit fa far better
than i will ever persuade a b!tch-A* watery-sauced adult baby
with reasonable words.
treats work more efficaciously than logic, even when you're not a dumb animal.
.....which probably makes you a dumb animal.
does that make sense?
i dunno.
no sleep, and stream-of-consciencelessness typing don't mix.
regardloess,
it's still ALL really happening, and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....