throw it in there.

eh,
just throw it all in a bowl and see what kneads it's way out.
hmm?
oh,
y'know-
just representing some cookie making philosophy for your face.
yeah.
that's a thing, neighbors.
i had a lovely day of tattzapping yesterday.
old friends, and new friends, and jokes on jokes on jokes,
with big smiles and loud talking,
and big fun,
from the first to the last of it,
which went on well past closing time....
that's the way time moves when it's all really happening.
faster and faster, with conversation oiling the gears,
and the minutes slipping away like  the years between visits....
yup.
catching up and falling behind, both at the same time?
we doo-doo that transitive transformative travel,
and while we're at it,
we gotta eat some of those cookies.
duders,
check the toss-it-up-type teleport:

five grain fancies?!?
yeah!!
all the wholemeal hottness i had on hand,
plus the big chocolate chips, for big chocolate taste.
of course,
rules is rules,
and i couldn't let it go at that, now could i?
c'mon.
that's NOT the way we activate.
so,
there's coconut vanilla icing, spread thiiiiick on halfsies,
and shredded flaky coconut sprankles, too.
i mean,
if we're gonna treat ourselves,
they need that little bit exxtra every time.
believe me-
anything less than going to eleven is the same as not even starting.
boom.
that's real talk for your squinky little facehole.
*
the old days were good, but they were tough.
the nowadays aren't often ever very good, at all,
and usually they're even tougher.
i don't know if that's the way it is supposed to go,
but that IS the way it is.
reminders of when i had less, cared less, did less,
and still achieved more by default are getting fewer and farther between-
but,
nothing makes you feel older and not much better than a recap of all the
batsh!t crazy times that made up every single day before responsible adulthood
crept in and crapped it up.
ugh.
all of a sudden,
i'm older than even my oldness cares to recollect.
i've got funnier stories, now,
despite less happening in them....
i think it's because fewer and fewer have happy, or even neutral endings.
fortune favors the bold,
but misfortune favors the bard;
never quiet, never soft.....