buhnaynaynuunuu.

hmmm?
dark-chocolate banana creme pie?
yes, please.
that sounds super-expert,
and i want it in my face.
right now.
lucky for me,
i made some.
ha.
yes, neighbors, i did.
mashed up nanners,
and melted down-chocolate,
and whipped up sugary-sweet silken stuff.
all of it, all together,
to make my mouth get activated on that
creme and fruit and dark brown business.
check the teleport:

yuuup.
what?
yeah,
those ARE banana slices covered in german chocolate sprankles.
huh?
yes,
that IS two-tone swirled frosting goobieblop ornamentation.
you know how i doo-doo that superfancy unnecessary sh!t.
hmm?
yeah,
i DID actually cocoa-dust and chocolate-lace
a powdered-up and ultra-pulverized graham crackery crust.
twice the crackers in the same space, kids,
because too much remains the eternally essential right amount.
that's a thing.
it's very soft, and very smooth, and very mutha-'ucking delicious.
you need some of this,
and i have some of this,
and i might even share a little teeny tiny sliver
of my brown on brown on yellowish on brown silky stuff with y'all.
yeah, you're welcome.
what's that, now?
oh, i know-
not everyone likes chocolate,
and not everyone likes bananas,
and i'm sure there are even people who can't hang out with pie
in any shape or size.
but that's their loss,
and our gain, friends,
because that just means there are extra slices for us.
wu-TANG!
i'm gonna glob it down my face, for sure,
and i'm gonna bring it with me to work, as well.
***********
work and work and work and work.
seems all i'm ever doing is working.
that's not a bad thing,
but it's not exactly a great thing either.
no, really.
a grand don't ever come for free;
and movie checks aren't gonna write themselves;
but damn, kids,
these days are all a blur of bad ideas and weird people,
hard styles, long nights, early mornings, and vanishing hours.
there's not enough time,
even when sleep barely even ever happens.
yikes.
i want to make the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress even better.
i need to, really.
if this is where i am, and presumably where i belong,
then i'm gonna need to make it more of my own.
whatever that entails.
and there's the rub, nubs-
i don't know what's next,
i'm just powering along like a juggernaut,
making small gains and incurring large losses.
jeez.
bullishly bulldozing through every afternoon,
and powerhouse pummeling every morning and night into submission.
there's certainly a lot of all of it,
and it's definitely really happening.
i guess that's the best i can hope for.
i've got my grind date to make,
and i'm grinding.
each and every day,
every hour minute and second is grist for my gruel.
there's a lot of grit and grime,
a lot of blood and sweat,
and all of it seems to make a mess of everything else.
it's worth it?
hmmm;
never quiet, never soft.....