but do you REALLY like waffles?

because if you're all about waffles,
then,
you'd best be loving 'em in all shapes and sizes,
sweet or savory or spicy,
and for any meal of the day.
any less and you're fibbing at least a little.
neighbors,
i'm all amped up on prednisone,
no jokes.
because i'm so flippin' itchy,
i'm clawing off all the outsides of my body,
so they look more like my gross wet insides.
'sgusting, for sure.
that means i gave in to my discomfort,
well,
once i finally looked the worst i've ever looked...
and that's sayin' something.
anyway,
i'm gonna toss as many pills down my neck as i have to,
but i suspect that there are stress-related triggers activating\
this mummy-rot woganowski jauns....
but,
for all the edgy, angry, irritability that being itchy casuses.
the steroids do even harder, but without the itch....
the thing of it is,
these pink pills are making me HUNGRY.
uh-huh.
and when a real deal shark-glutton and professional quantity increaser
gets obsessive about disregarding portion controls?
well,
this happens:

c'mon!
cornmeal and semolina and soy flour and smoked paprika and g.p.o.p.
and black pepper and sage and thyme and olive oil and vegan sour cream,
all mixed into a mash that we stamped into circles with squares in/on them.
yeah.
and minced and sauteed shallots and red winter hardneck garlic
stirred over high heat with shredded collard greens!
why?
because we got dirty dirty southern-style on dinner, duders....
sriracha, sweet onions, and blackeye peas on top,
and a custom-roux mushroom gravy, nootched up, and thick,
over all of it,
because expert food goes great with torn-up guts and torn-worse skin.
hmmmm?
roasted carrots and asparagus?
sounds great.
in fact,
i'm way ahead of you there, kids.
too much is always the right amount,
and i powered down each and every last morsel,
gravy globs and blarpity beans and all.
my appetite for self-destruction is at an all-time high,
and my resistance to maladies has never been lower.
a perfect set of circumstances, if you ask me.
today is the day,
just like every day,
but maybe even just slightly moreso.
thor's day thunderbolts are coming to work with me,
and we're gonna lightning-striking viking berserker barbarian ball-out
until this course of medication is done coursing through my body;
never quiet, never soft.....