bye bye, august.

just like that-
in a flash, in a moment,
in an overnight cool-off....
august is suddenly in it's last throes of summer sweet heat and light.
on it's way into history, this last day,
a monday no less,
is the harbinger of a fallow fall of equal parts autumnal awesomess
and transitional trepidation.
huh?
it looks good,
but not much happens therein that might be construed as good news.
yet,
it all really happens, and it all really ends,
with or without happy in attendance.
y'know?
august disappears too quickly,
but it sure always seems to take an eternity before we see the finish.
i'm just sayin'-
it sure felt like it was way more than 31 days,
that's real.
now that it's over and out, though?
i think i could've used another 'nother week or so.
yeah.
it's been a long month in the mired muck of a morass of small means
and mean-spirited motives.
oddly enough,
and to my great disappointment,
morasses aren't what they sound like,
nor are they at all what i wish they were.
awwwwwww.
muddy puzzles and boggy bogglers are what i've been unraveling all august long.
that's right.
and what are the answers i've uncovered?
there's only one, really, but it's correct-
try hard(er).
yup.
real life is not fair play nor fairy tale endings
and almost no one gets what they deserve.
but,
they might, just maybe, get what they earn.
if there's a suitable investment of enough blood, sweat, and quietly wiped-away tears.
try harder.
^that's all there is to do.
too much is the right amount, after all,
so, with that in mind,
enough cannot be nearly enough, now can it?
no way, neighbors.
instead,
whether by ill-gotten, misbegotten, or fairly-gotten methods,
the objective objective is MORE.
*
damn,
that's no way to say goodbye, is it?
there should be something nicer involved with a sendoff.
not just the dismal concave upside-down dystopia of my daily doings.
i'm aware of that,
and i certainly didn't slack-A* my way into the final episode of hot, sunny,
august activation by being underprepared to power up something sweet.
don't be dumb.
i made us a treat.
what else would i do?
check the teleport:

that's right, kids.
it's thinned-out and bulked up cookie dough, transformed into cake batter.
yeah.
gluten-free vanilla rice flour flavor, with a little oaten hottness,
and some extra tapioca-type loft and chew,
so that i wasn't serving up some weak dry doo-doo.
c'mon.
i know better.
it's good,
but what makes it expert is that custom creamchee'-moistened
chocolate oatmeal granola jauns on top.
crumbly chunks of streusel sprankles are what y'all need.
and they are also what we've got.
i wouldn't sell anyone short,
and i sure wouldn't wreck a treat i'm gonna eat, too.
jeez.
oh, yeah, and one more thing-
hot chocolate sauce on the bottom of that plate?
so dope.
just the right touch to complete the profile.
a little under-drizz' is good for you,
if there's cookie-cake and granola spranx already ready for your face.
real talk.
-
real talk is all i've got.
i don't have it in me to pretend that things aren't things.
A is A.
and anyone who says otherwise is selling something;
never quiet, never soft.....