yeah, man.
is that a problem?
here's how i see it:
i've got lots of prepared pastry dough.
i've got fruit at the ready, seasonal and sensual and juicy an' that.
i've got sugar, and spices, and all those nicey-nicenesses.
and, i've got morning times where nothing else is open or up.
why wouldn't i combine all of those elements,
and make something terrific out of them?
i mean,
c'mon-
what even are you?
some kind of an A*-hole?
pastry treats are expert,
and blueberries are expert, and shiny fruit butts are so juicy;
but they ain't fat, bruh, they just a lil' thiccc.
i got the bloobs over the peaches and the peaches over the bloobs,
and i have all of it in one place being great, waiting to get eaten up.
check the teleport:
kaPOW!!
two ripe as heck peaches, sliced,
and two handfuls of blueberries,
tossed with 1 T raw sugar, 1 tsp vanilla, and 2 T organic non-gmo cornstarch;
how freakin' easy is that?
on the ones, it's just fruit with a little upgrade activation,
over rolled pastry flour,
with cutouts and castaways on top, a few sugar sprankles,
and just to turn the little muhfug up to eleven,
a half a lime's worth of zest on top.
baked for, like, close to 30 minutes, at 410℉,
it's perfect.
the berries burst and get jammie-jammed the peaches soften up firm their flesh just a bit,
the juice flows and thickens with the quickness in that subtle starch,
andthen the vanilla and the lime hit you with the sexy one-two combo,
and BOOM,
now you're psyched as F* and eating half a tart in one shot.
oh. um. yeah.
at least when i say it's all really happening,
that's what's all really happening.
***********
waiting is deadly.
and it's taking a killer toll on my brain, neighbors.
that's real.
luckily,
there's always plenty to do-
it's times like these when that ol' henry rollins jaun comes immediately to mind:
no such thing as spare time.
no such thing as free time.
no such thing as down time.
all you got is life time.
go!
^
...and i'm going.
there's a lot that still needs to be done,
but mostly,
there's a lot of time that still needs to elapse in the waiting game.
i'm ready.
you're ready.
we're all ready.
one green light from the watchers and regulators,
and it's on so hard, none of us will ever look back-
we won't have time,
because we'll be too busy activating all that new hottness;
never quiet, never soft.....
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