stacks.

duders,
too much is the right amount.
but,
when what you get back is not enough,
i think you might be doing it wrong.
y'know?
yeah, that's a thing.
heading in early, working late, staying later,
staying up all night, waking up at first light,
and still feeling like you're not getting enough done?
that's my summer so far.
damn.
i rep a hard style whenever repping a style is called for.
i also represent on being expert in the kitchen.
that's no joke.
and when i need something exxxtra special to really activate the new hottness,
because everything else is feeling old and busted?
i stack upon stack upon stack my attacks,
so that the ultimate onslaught of awesome treats forces a treaty with the rest of my day.
boom.
i'm like that.
and i like that.
and,
i like my latest treats, too.
neighbors,
check the teleport:

woooohoooo.
hearts!
that's what's up.
two circle-cut shortbread/sugar cookie hybrid jauns,
crisp, buttery, sweet, and elite,
with a smear of strawberry jamie-jam on one side,
and a coconut lemon frosting on the other,
squished into a sandwich of superior soul-cleppin' sweetness
for our collective mouths to enjoy.
guys,
the shortbread, creamed with confectioners sugar,
totally exploded into a whole new 'nother other level of delicious.
they got crispy,
they got crawnchy,
and with a little baby bit of vegan creamchee' in the mix,
they even got just a touch of flaky!
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
i was up at four a.m.,
and was so completely and absolutely awake-
with nowhere to go,
and nobody to talk to at that ungodly hour of awakening-
that i needed to make some sort of magic happen.
so i settled on these yummers, by accident,
while throwing stuff in a bowl and letting the events unfold as a surprise.
but once that dough was rolled,
i liked 'em so dang much,
i cut out some heart shapes and dusted 'em for evidence.
c'mon.
i do things in the morning,
while you're still dreaming.
i know better, and rely more on what i can make,
than on what i think about when i'm not consciously thinking.
i wish i dreamed of treats,
but if that's not gonna happen,
then neither is sleep.
my styles stay hard,
and my styles stay up,
all night, all day, all city;
never quiet, never soft.....