heaviness.

it's the weight of banana bread, neighbors.
y'know?
it's heavy.
and dense.
and just plain ol' thick in the slice department.
mmhmmmm.
that's what makes it so great, probably.
all that burly banana moisture,
and the (soy) yogurt instead of milky juice,
and the cinnamon.
actually, cinnamon is pretty dang light.
really.
it's practically brown fairy air.
the thing is,
y'gotta put it in the nannerbread,
or else it's not really nana-na-na-na.
right?
i think that's real.
anyway,
i got too many bananas,
or,
i got just the right number of bananas,
depending on what manner of nanner you'd rather eat.
i doubt i've ever just been psyched to munch up a banana as is.
i prefer to transform it's overpowering flavor into the essence of a baked treat.
and while i'm at it,
i want chocolate chips up in there, as well.
that's a thing, for sure.
chocolate is good for you,
mmmmmm.
chocolate chip banana bread?
check the teleport:

affirmative.
with ground chocolate rubbed on top, baked right into a glazed craziness
that accentuates the crucial crumb of that crafty loaf of luxury.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, kids.
and with that,
i've used my overripe fruit and i've activated another 'nother expert delight
to fuel my morning's race against time to pack in all the stuff that needs doing,
before the doo-doo buttery business of tattzapping takes over and tries
to undo all the gains i make before midday.
yikes.
*
there's always a lot that needs doing here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's the truth.
for yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
there are six closets upstairs that need organizing;
and there's also a seventh that i'm just planning on neglecting entirely.
y'know how much fun organizing closet is?
yup.
correct.
0%.
but, that's what's become of my responsible adult life.
rearranging all the stuffs i've stuffed into the dark corners,
amassed and disused, but not discarded.
uh-oh.
i think that's a metaphor for something.......
ew.
there are recesses that are meant to remain messy,
and there are doors that i'd prefer stay shut.....
however,
i gotta make room for more, better, fancier, fresher new hottness-
and these extraneous old busted jauns,
stacked and stagnant in the sidebars and side rooms of this expansive estate,
are just occupying mindspace, and physical space, that could be better spent
on improving the bigger picture by having less in it.
wow.
i think that's what moving on feels like,
even if moving out would almost be easier.
it's all really happening,
and that, i'm sure, is the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....