no foolin'.

APRIL FOOL'S DAY.
ugh.
i can't really ever get into it.
like,
i don't really enjoy being tricked.
at all.
but, guys,
you know what i do really enjoy, though, right?
blueberries.
yeah.
why?
because i'm extremely anti-oxidant.
that's real.
also,
i like how melty they get when you bake 'em.
and in a muffin-style anything, they kind of steal the show,
and also dye the flour,
and also activate all the good tastes.
yeah.
i made some blueberry muffin-style breakfast squares,
and i ate the holy sh!t outta all of 'em.
check the precursor-to-filthy-gluttony-type teleport:

BOOM!!!
spelt is dope.
it's like wheat's super awesome world war veteran grandpa,
and it has a little something exxxtra going on
that makes it taste especially expert.
could just be nostalgia, or maybe it's some old timey boomfire
from the superior and more hearty, hardy yesteryears.
i dunno.
i do know that when you use it, and oatmeal, together,
you get some kind of big burly barbarian batter, for sure.
(i added regular flour, as well, just to  keep it together)
so, when you take some raw sugar,
and some vegan butter, and vanilla bean paste,
and a little salt,
a whole lot of blueberries,
a little tapioca to sponge it up,
three-quarters of a cup of soy yogurt
(you could use blueberry, but i think that tastes weird),
a little baby bit of lemon zest,
and a cup of intentionaly-lemon-curdled soymilk....
plus a whole mess of stirring,
you get the big action that'll dye your butthole green.
what?!
no, for real.
i ate eight of them,
and too much is the right amount,
but it also gets a little weird towards the tail end.
hahahahaha.
yeah.
i like breakfast.
i do.
and i really have been loading up on hot fresh treats every day.
there's fatness in my future,
but it's not fate,
and not determinism,
it's just my hungry infinite nature choosing to ingest more and more and more.
nature wins, kids.
no contest.
*
speaking of winning-
i think i hit the jackpot last night.
yup.
leftover siciliano pizza pie?
yes, please:

c'mon!!
it somehow got eve flakier on the edges,
and even more magically alchemically transmogrified into a lasagnaesque
molten layer cake of elite pizza fury.
damn.
it was so good,
again,
that i ate every last little bit,
and actually said, aloud, 'awwwww',
when it was all gone.
ha.
***********
so this is it.
today is the day.
the first,
the worst,
the big burst of already trying to rain shower on my march.
never my parade, because those are also terrible.
real talk.
neighbors, i don't pity the fool.
no way.
i rarely experience that sentiment.
i'm not one to suffer fools gladly,
although,
i'd gladly let fools suffer.
there is only room for harder work,
and i don't have time for foolin' around.
hope you all get all your pranks out of your system before tomorrow,
because it's only going to get busier from here on out;
never quiet, never soft.....