taking dumps to the bowl.

pan-asian noodoos?!
i doo-doo that noodoo sh!t, neighbors,
because i'm all about doubling down on the carbs,
and the tofu, at almost any time, in almost any meal,
but especially if i'm celebrating something special.
like, say, for example,
a new moon for a new year of new hottness!
it's no secret that i love to celebrate sh!t.
not with parties where there are people all doing the same thing at the same time.
i mean,
i'm just not that guy.
but,
fresh to death flavorful form, function, and finesse,
with good fortune falling down, and favorable conditions looking up,
for myself and maybe one or two others in an intimate environment?
that's my jammie-jam.
i like to have a very limitedly accessible elite fete for myself and my few friends,
separate and simultaneous to the bigger and butterier festivities occurring elsewhere.
i love all the parts of a party except the partygoers.
don't get me wrong, y'all-
i don't have a problem with people,
i just can't always feel close to a double dozen of dudes i have little compatibility to.
that does't mean i'm gonna be a weak little babyb!tch for lunar new year, though,
now does it?
no flippin' way.
i got busy,
and i ate big,
and it was all pretty g-damned expert, if i say so myself.
...and i do.
check the tet-type teleport:

wooohooooo!
dumps for my face,
udons for my mouth,
tofu for my tummy,
broth for my belly,
and all of it all at once,
really poppin' off,
just so i can stuff myself silly and overdo the initial effort of another 'nother late supper.
mmmhmmm.
tofu, sesame oil, shredded brussels, garlic, onion, celery, carrot, ginger,
black pepper, g.p.o.p., tamari, and rice wine vinegar,
fried, chilled, and folded into those auspicious pouches of flour-powered pure-being!
yeah!
y'gotta fry one side, then flash the pan with water, and steam 'em all the way through,
before the second side flipover fully freshens the whole F*ing thing up a level or two.
that's real.
i had my homemade dumps ready to go,
and i had some of those super thick udons waiting for some love,
i fried up the remainder of the tofu-
and i boiled up some veggies to give everything a chance to hang out together.
carrots, onions, sliced garlic, celery, scallions, and spinach,
simmered in a chili-garlic-bouillon  base, with ricey-rice wine,
and soy sauce, and a splash of sesame oil,
plus a dash of agave, and some cilantro.
guys,
a little garnish,
and a bit more of that auspicious red backdrop?
c'mon, man. that's the sweetness.
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there's no way to know for sure if the good fortune is here or not.
i mean,
if this is the good-fortunate future i've been cultivating,
the that's great, i guess,
because i can only imagine the sh!t-salad sinkhole that would've been sucking me under
had i not continued to pursue the path of active participation.
wow.
this might be it, friends.
the juicy rewards of mindful situational awareness, self-awareness, and hard work.
i'm not saying it's bad.
i'm just saying that those dumplings were the TRUTH,
and if that's as good as it's gonna get?
i can live with that.
warrior poetry isn't a quest for inner peace,
it's a losing battle to the death, against death,
in increments that allow for a drawn-out all-out war until the end.
the bright spots light the way to the next uphill conflict, kids,
and the moments in between are for composing new tactics,
and improved recipes for success.
we live by the feud, but it's not because we're holding grudges.
it's because we hold out hope that we'll win more than we lose until the grand finale.
nobody leaves with the title,
but we sure as sh!t can leave behind a legacy;
never quiet, never soft.....