sweetness.

duders,
it's a crazed congregation of leaf-peepin' peepee ballon-mixers up here.
yep.
color swatches of red orange and yellow,
with doo-doo browns and poopy greens galore,
have all the out-of-towners driving mind-numbingly slow
through the scenic views and picturesque paths of the woodsly goodness.
that's no joke.
there's just such a sudden spike in the geriatric sightseer population
that the shelf-life of the elderly seems to somehow be interminable.
yikes!
i don't hate the oldies, neighbors.
far from it,
especially as i myself continue to age gracelessly.
it's just that the from-away-type fogies are so great at being bad at the stuff
that involves ruining everybody's time who lives here full-time and year-round
in this white mountainous valley of washingtonian new england.
awwwwwwwwww.
luckily,
they don't come into the studio to F* up my already effed up scene.
whew.
since there aren't any leaves in there to look at,
they stay outside and clog up the roads,
or shuffle inside buses to the pull-off scene spots,
where they sloooowly disembark in bleating heaps of blue hair and cardigans,
with pocketsful of crumpled tissues and coupons tagging along for the quavering
oohs and ahhs of a bunch of trees going bald.
uh-huh.
they're here to witness the stark contrast between fading away in a blaze of beauty,
and their own steady decline into muted pale oblivion.
F*.
that's a hard style.
i'm gonna need a tasty treat to rally my reserve forces for a full day of big action.
i mean,
c'mon.
old folks notwithstanding, a treat is always good for you in the morning.
this morning,
i'm representin' on some gluten-freebies.
yup.
check the chawnky-muff-muff-type teleport:

the color, the shape, the texture, the truth!
mmmhmmm-
clearly, these muffins are molto expert.
and for the official record,
muffins with frosting are NOT automatically cupcakes.
it's a matter of consistency and the presence of paper,
at least that's my opinion on the matter.
these paperless, wheatless wonders are muffins,
but with frosting!
yum.
hey-
cupcakes without frosting aren't automatically muffins, either.
rules is rules.
that lumpleberry texture keeps 'em muffed up,
and that's some real talk about differentiation, for serious.
but,
this time around, i'm still munching up on oatmeal pumpkin jauns,
with cranberry chunxxx,
AND creamchee' frosting.
that's tight.
y'heard?
there's just no good reason not to activate some new sweet hottness
just because it's breakfast time.
brown and white rice, xantham spit(poop)-dust, tapioca, oatmeal,
cinnamon, creamchee', brown sugar, butterishness, and a splash of almond milk,
plus salt, vanilla, baking pow-pow and baking soda,
and that pumpkin magic, because of october being when we're at.
word.
*
i don't know when peak season for leaf peeps is,
but DO i know that just one day later,
it's the unofficial start of rakist awareness month.
ugh.
raking is for suckers.
instead,
i think i'll be starting fires,
and burning up whatever falls down.
the only real downside to woodsly goodness
is leafy badness throughout the latter half of autumn.
piles of leaves aren't cool,
but pyres of leaves might be.
you all already know that heaps of hot fire are totally expert.
i s'pose that's what we've got to do.
olden guys and golden gals and gluten-freedom just because-
it's all really happening,
against a backdrop of foliage fireworks and fading light;
never quiet, never soft.....